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THE  HYMNARY, 


1  Collection  of  Music  for  Sunday  Schools. 


BY  S.  LASAR. 


New  York  and  Chicago : 
B1GLOW  &  MAIN,  Successors  to  WM.  B.  BRADBURY. 


Entered,  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  A.  D.  1S72,  by  Biolow  &  Main,  in  the  Office  of  the  Librarian  of  Congress,  at  Washington. 


PREFATORY      NOTE 


A  few  words  of  introduction  seem  necessary.  The  Editor  of  "The  Hymnary"  has  been  happy  to  find  among 
Christian  workers  a  growing  sentiment  iu  favor  of  a  higher  standard  of  hymns  and  tunes  in  our  Sunday  Schools.  Very 
many  leading  clergymen  and  laymen  have  often  expressed  the  most  earnest  wish  that  the  grand  hymns  of  such  writers 
as  Watts,  Wesley,  Heber,  Doddridge,  Montgomery  and  others,  clothed  in  music  suited  to  the  dignity  of  the  subject,  might 
bo  found,  with  their  purifying  and  elevating  influence,  in  the  Sunday  School.  In  the  preparation  of  this  work,  which  has 
cost,  much  time  and  laborious  research  during  the  past  two  years,  it  has  been  the  aim  to  meet  the  want  thus  indicated  Re- 
presenting hymns  and  tunes  thoughtfully  selected  from  the  productions  of  the  best  writers  and  composers,  both  ancient 
and  modern. 

The  Christian  will  find  the  hymns  rich  iu  thought  and  all  aglow  with  the  spirit  of  true  devotion,  while  the  musician 
will  be  charmed  by  the  graceful  melodies  aud  beautiful  harmonies  which  never  lose  their  dignity,  and  become  more  inter- 
esting with  every  repetition.  Should  any  of  the  music  at  first  seem  too  difficult  iu  harmony  (the  melodies  are  easily 
learned  by  children),  a  little  careful  study  will  make  all  clear.  The  "Amen"  should  always  be  used  when  the  hymn  if 
of  the  nature  of  a  prayer,  and  is  almost  equally  appropriate  in  praise.  Good  judgment  will  introduce  it  when  needed, 
although  iu  some  eases  where  its  use  is  desirable  it  has  been  omitted  for  want  of  space.  The  introduction  of  the  German 
Chorals,  it  is  believed,  will  add  an  abiding  interest  to  the  work.  To  those  who  have  not  time  for  a  thorough  examination 
of  the  Hymnary,  the  Editor"  would  suggest  a  trial  of  some  of  the  following  pieces  as  samples:  pages  7,  8,  9,  18,  20,  30, 
82,  41,  45,  50,  51,  56.  72,  110,  114,  127,  130,  138,  139.  140,  143,  150,  152,  154,  155,  156,  165. 

Special  obligations  are  gratefully  acknowledged  to  the  publishers  of  "  Cantiea  Sacra"  for  permission  to  use  the  hymns 
and  tunes  thus  credited  ;  also  to  the  Rev.  J.  IT.  Hopkins,  Jr.,  Rev.  J.  S.  B.  Hodges,  John  H.  Cornell,  L.  B.  Downes,  the 
late  Dr.  Lowell  Mason,  Geo.  James  Webb,  Dr.  Wm.  Mason,  Win.  F.  Sherwin,  Hubert  P.  Main,  Henry  Camp  and  others, 
for  valuable  compositions,  kindly  suggestions  and  judicious  counsel. 

The  Publishers  will  hold  to  strict  accouut  every  infringement  of  copyright  on  this  work. 

S.  L. 


THE  pMNARY,  with  Tunes. 


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3  Father-like,  He  tends  and  spares  us, 

Well  our  feeble  frame  He  knows; 

In  His  hands  He  gently  bears  us, 

Rescues  us  from  all  our  foes  ; 

Hallelujah !  hallelujah  1 

Widely  yet  His  mercy  flows. 


4  Angels  in  the  height  adore  Him! 
Ye  behold  Him  face  to  face ; 
Saints  triumphant  bow  before  Him, 
Gathered  in  from  every  race. 
Hallelujah !  hallelujah  I 
Praise  with  us  the  God  of  grace. — Amen. 


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2.  Earth    to  heav'u,  and  heav'u  to   earth,      Tell     His  won  • 

3.  Praise   the  Lord,  His  mer  -  cies  trace;   Praise  His  prov 

4.  Strings  and  voi  -  ees,  hands    and  hearts,      la      the    con  - 


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Clouds  in  course,  and  |  birds  in  flight, 
Thunders  deep,  and  |  lightnings  bright,  Hallelujah ! 

4  Floods  and  billows,  |  snow  and  shower,  Hallelujah ! 
Skies  that  glow,  and  |  storms  that  lower, 

Frost  and  sunbeam,  |  tree  and  flower,  Hallelujah  1 

5  Beasts  of  earth,  make  |  answer  deep,  Hallelujah  1 
Shout  forth  every  |  mountain  steep, 

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6  Cry,  thou  ocean,  |  jubilant,  Hallelujah  I 
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Echo  onward  |  resonaut,  Hallelujah  1 


7  Let  the  sons  of  |  men  upraise,  Hallelujah  1 
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8  This  the  strain  the  f  Father  loves,  Hallelujah  1 
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This,  which  Christ  Him-  |  -self  approves.  Hallelujah  1 

9  Therefore,  brethren,  |  sing  with  joy,  Hallelujah  1 
Ever  in  your  |  glad  employ, 

Answer,  every  f  maid  and  boy,  Hallelujah  1 

10  Now  by  all  be  |  honor  done,  Hallelujah  1 
To  the  Father  |  and  the  Son, 
And  the  Spirit,  |  Three  iu  Ouo.  Hallelujah! 


CALL    TO    PRAISE. 


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Sons  of  God,  that  shout  for  gladness, 

Praise  ye,  praise  ye  God,  the  Lord ! 

3  Oeean  hoary,  tell  His  glory  ; 

Cliffs,  where  trembling  seas  have  roared; 
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Praise  the  great  and  mighty  Lord !     Amen. 


SONGS    OF    PRAISE    THE    ANGELS    SANG. 


JAMES  MONTGOMERY.  1S(>3. 


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2  Whene'er  the  sweet  church  bell 
Peals  over  hill  and  dell, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  prais'd : 
O  hark  to  what  it  sings, 
As  joyously  it  rings, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  prais'd. 

S  Does  sadness  fill  ray  mind  ? 
A  solace  here  I  find. 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  prais'd : 
Or  fades  my  earthly  bliss  ? 
My  comfort  still  is  this, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  prais'd. 


4  The  night  becomes  as  day, 
When  from  the  heart  we  say 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  prais'd  : 
The  powers  of  darkness  fear, 
When  this  sweet  chant  they  hear, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  prais'd. 

5  In  heaven's  eternal  bliss 
The  loveliest  strain  is  this, 

Let  Jesus  Christ  be  prais'd  : 
Let  earth,  and  sea,  and  sky 
From  depth  to  height  reply, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  prais'd.     Amen. 


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1.  Sing  Hallelujah  forth  in I  du-teous  praise, 

2.  Ye  next,  who  stand  before  th'E-  |  ter  -  nal  Light, 

3.  The  Holy  City  shall  take I    up  your  strain, 

4.  In  blissful  autiphons  ye |    thus  re  -  joice 

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ROUND  THE  LORD  IN  GLORY  SEATED. 

Bishop  RICHARD  MAST,  1837.  Eev.  J.  B.  DYKES. 


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1.  Round  the  Lord  in  glory  seated,  Cherubim  and  Seraphim  Filled  His  temple  and  repeated,  Each  to  each,  the  alternate  hymn  : 

2.  "  Lord,  Thy  glory  fills  the  Heaven,  Earth  is  with  its  fullness  stored ;  Unto  Thee  be  glory  given,  Holy,  Holy,  Ho-  ly !  Lord." 


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Earth  takes  up  the  angels*  cry, 
'■  Holy  I  Holy !  Holy  I  "  singing, 
"  Lord  of  hosts,  the  Lord  most  High  I " 


4  With  His  seraph-train  before  Him, 

With  His  holy  Church  below. 

Thus  conspire  we  to  adore  Him, 

Bid  we  thus  our  anthem  flow : 


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WORTHY    THE    LAMB. 


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1.  Come, let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs  With  angels  round  the  throne;  Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues,  But  all  their  joys  are  one. 


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"  To  be  exalted  thus  ! " 
''Worthy  the  Lamb!"  our  lips  reply, 
*'  For  He  was  slain  for  us." 


3  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky. 
And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift  Thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  Thine  endless  praise. 


4  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 
To  blesB  the  sacred  name 
Of  Him  who  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb  I 


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2  Young  and  erring  travelers  we, 

All  our  dangers  do  not  know ; 
Scarcely  fear  the  stormy  sea, 
Hardly  feel  the  tempest  blow. 

3  Jesus,  Lover  of  the  young, 

Cleanse  us  with  Thy  Blood  divine 
Ere  the  tide  of  sin  grow  strong, 
Save  us,  keep  us,  mako  us  Thine. 


4  Saviour,  give  us  faith,  and  pour 
Hope  and  Love  on  every  soul ; 
Hope,  till  time  shall  be  no  more, — 
Love,  while  endless  ages  roll.    Amen. 

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Sing  we  to  our  God  above, 
Praise  eternal  as  His  love ; 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  heavenly  host  I 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


14  COME,    MY    SOUL,    THY    SUIT    PREPARE. 

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-  Lord  !  re  -  move  this   load      of      sin ; 


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Therefore  will  not  say  thee  Day. 
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Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 
There  Thy  sovereign  right  maintain, 
Aud,  without  a  rival,  reign. 

5  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  Thy  love  my  spirit  cheer ; 
Be  my  Guide,  my  Guard,  my  Friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 


GUIDE    US    TO    THEE. 


W.  F.  SHERW1N,  by  permission. 


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Where  the  soul  is  ever  free  ; 
Humbly  still  we  would  adore  Thee, 
Guide  us  to  Thee. 

By  Thy  love  nDd  pow'r  defended, 

May  -we  ever  faithful  be, 
And  when  life's  short  day  is  ended. 
Guide  us  to  Thee. 


THE    HOUR    OF    PRAYER. 


CHARLOTTE  ELLIOTT,  1854. 


Rev.  J.  B.  DYKES. 


— l-k  3  Then  is  my  strength  by  Tbee  renewed ; 
^— FF  Then  are  my  sins  by  Thee  forgiven ; 

Then  dost  Thou  cheer  my  solitudo 
With  hopes  of  heaven. 

i  Lord !  till  I  reach  that  blissful  shore, 
No  privilege  so  dear  shall  be 
As  thus  my  inmost  soul  to  pour 
In  prayer  to  Thee. 


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SAVIOUR,   WHO    DIED    FOR    ME. 

Mis3  M.  J.  MASON.  WH.  F.  SHEEW1N.  by  permission. 

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Be     this  my  pur-pose  high,  To  serve  Thee  till     I    die,    Whether  my  pat'.i  shall  lie  'Mid  thorns  and  flowers. 


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2  But.  Lord,  the  flesh  is  weak ; 
Thy  gracious  aid  I  seek, 
For  Thou  the  word  must  speak, 

That  makes  me  6trong. 
Then  let  me  hear  Thy  voice, 
Thou  art  my  only  choice  ; 
Oh,  bid  my  heart  rejoice, 
Be  Thou  my  song. 

8  May  it  be  joy  to  me 
To  follow  only  Thee  ;— 
Thy  faithful  servant  be 
Thine  to  the  end. 


For  Thee,  I'll -do  and  dare ; 
For  Thee,  the  cross  I'll  bear, 
To  Thee  direct  my  prayer, 
On  Thee  depend. 

4  Saviour,  with  me  abide ; 
Be  ever  near  my  side, 
Support,  defend  aud  guide. 

I  look  to  Thee. 
I  lay  my  hand  in  Thine, 
And  fleeting  joys  resign, 
If  I  may  call  Thee  mine 
Eternally. 


Rev.  HOEATIl'S  EOXAR.  1S5C. 


THY    WAY,   O    LORD. 


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With  joy  or  sorrow  fill, 
As  best  to  Thee  may  seem  ; 
Choose  Thou  my  good  and  ill. 


4  Choose  Thou  for  me  my  friends. 
My  sickness  or  my  health  ; 
Choose  Thou  my  cares  for  me, 
My  poverty  or  wealth. 


5  Not  mine,  not  mine  the  choice, 
In  things  or  great  or  small ; 
Be  Thou  my  Guide,  my  Strength, 
My  Wisdom,  and  my  All. 


LORD, 

ISAAC  WILLIAMS,  1840. 


IN    THIS    THY    MERCY'S    DAY. 


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2.  Ho  -  ly     Je  -  sus,  grant  us  tears,     Fill    us  with  heart-searching  fears    Ere  that    aw  -  ful  doom  ap-pears. 

3.  Lord,  on     us  Thy  spir  -  it    pour,  Kneeling  low  -  ly     at     the    door    Ere     it  close  for  -  ev  -  er  -  more. 


4  By  Thy  night  of  agony, 
By  Thy  supplicating  cry, 
By  Thy  willingness  to  die, 


5  By  Thy  tears  of  bitter  woe 
For  Jerusalem  below. 
Let  us  not  Thy  love  forego. 


6  Grant  us  'neath  Thy  wings  a  place 
Lest  we  lose  this  day  of  grace — 
Ere  we  shall  behold  Thy  face. 


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THE    MERCY    SEAT. 


JOHN  SEWTON,  1779. 

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GOD    IS    LOVE.  19 

From  "Cantica  Sacra,"  by  permission.    German  Melody. 


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2.  Chance  and  change  are  bu  -  sy     ev  -   er  ; 


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.  , ,       Hope  and  comfort  from  above : 
II  Everywhere  His  glory  shiueth; 


God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 


JESUS,    MEEK    AND    GENTLE. 

Rev.  GUO.  RUX'DEI.L  PRYSSE,  185G. 


G.  A.  HARDACRE,  1867. 


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2.  Give  us    ho-  ly      free  -  dom,  Fill  our  hearts  with  love  ;  Draw  us,  Holy   Je  -  sus  I     To     the  realms  a-bove. 

3.  Lead  us   on   our    jour  -  ney,  Be    Tby-self  the  Way  Through  terrestial   dark-ness     To     ce-  les-  tial   day. 

4.  Je  -  sus,  meek  and  gen  -  tie.  Son  of    God  most  high,  Pitying,  lov  -  ing  Sav-  iour,  Hear  Thy  children's  cry. 

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20  THE    NAME    OF    OUR    SALVATION. 

Trans,  by  Rev.  J.  MASON  NEALE.    15th  Century.  From  "Cantica  Sacra,"  by  special  permission. 


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Jesus  is  the  Name  we  treasure  ; 

Name  beyoud  what  words  can  tell ; 
Name  of  gladness.  Name  of  pleasure, 

Ear  and  heart  delighting  well ; 
Name  of  sweetness,  passing  measure, 

Saving  us  from  sin  and  hell. 


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3  Jesus  is  the  Name  exalted 

Over  every  other  name ; 
In  this  Name  whene'er  assaulted, 

We  can  put  our  foes  to  shame ; 
Strength  to  them  who  else  had  halted, 

Eyes  to  blind,  and  feet  to  lame. 

O    SON    OF    GOD. 


i  Therefore  we,  in  love  revering, 
Holy  Jesus !  Thee  implore 

So  to  write-  Thy  Name  endearing 
In  our  hearts  forevermore, 

That,  at  length  in  Heaven  appearing. 
We  with  angels  may  adore. 


Arr.  from  BEETHOVEN. 


3  E'en  death,  which  sets  the  prisoner  freo 
Was  pang  and  scoff  and  scorn  to  Thee ; 
Yet  lovethrotigh  all  Thy  torture  glowed. 
And  mercy  with  Thy  life-blood  flowed. 


4  Oh,  in  Thy  light  be 
Illuming  all  my  way 
And  give  me  ever  on 
To  trace  Thy  footste] 


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of  woe ! 

the  road 

>s,  Son  of  God  ! 


JESUS'   NAME. 

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Nor  can  the  memory  find 
A  sweeter  pound  than  Jeans1  name, 
The  Saviour  of  mankind  I 


3  O  hope  of  every  contrite  heart, 
O  joy  of  all  the  meek, 
To  those  who  foil,  how  kind  Thou  art, 
How  good  to  those  who  seek  I 


4  Jesus,  our  only  joy  be  Thon, 
A*  Thou  our  Prize  will  be ; 
Jesus  I  be  Thou  our  glory  now, 
And  through  eternity. 


ALL  HAIL  THE   POWER   OF  JESUS'  NAME. 

EDWARD  PERKOXET,  1780.  Iter.  J.  B.  DTKES. 

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The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  His  feet, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 


3  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 
On  this  terrestrial  ball. 
To  Him  all  majesty  ascribe. 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 


4  Oh,  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng. 
We  at  His  feet  m«y  fall ; 
We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 


SONGS  OF  THANKFULNESS  AND   PRAISE.  23 

Right  Rev.  CHRISTOPHER  WORDSWORTH,  Bishop  of  Lincoln,  1802.  0.  S.  IRONS. 


1.  Songs    of  thank-ful  -  ness  and  praise, 

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24  CROWN     HIM    WITH     MANY    CROWNS. 

Eev.  MATTHEW  BRIDGES,  1848.  Dr.  G.  J.  ELTEY. 


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Rev.  H0IUT1US  ISO.NAIt,  1857. 


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Who  is  God  and  Lord  of  all, 

And  His  shelter  was  a  stable, 

And  His  cradle  was  a  stall ; 

With  the  poor,  and  meaD,  and  lowly, 

Lived  on  earth  our  Saviour  Holy. 

*  3  And,  through  all  His  wondrous  childhood, 

He  would  honor,  and  obey, 
Love,  and  watch  the  lowly  maiden 

In  whose  gentle  arms  He  lay  ; 
Christian  children  all  must  be 
Mild,  obedient,  good  as  He. 


4  For  He  is  our  childhood's  Pattern, 

Day  by  day  like  us  He  grew. 

He  was  little,  weak  and  helpless. 

Tears  and  smiles  like  us  He  knew : 
And  He  feeleth  for  our  sadness, 
And  He  shareth  iu  our  gladness. 


5  And  our  eyes  at  last  shall  see  Him, 
Through  His  own  redeeming  love, 

For  that  Child  so  dear  and  gentle 

Is  our  Lord  in  heaven  above  ; 
And  He  leads  His  children  on 
To  the  place  where  He  is  gone. 

6  Not  in  that  poor  lowly  stable, 

With  the  oxen  standing  by, 
We  shall  see  Him ;  but  in  heaven, 

Set  at  God's  right  hand  on  high  ; 
When  like  stars  His  children  crowned 
All  in  white  shall  wait  around. 

*  These  verses  may  be  omitted. 


JESUS,  SAVIOUR,  SON    OF    GOD.  29 

Re?.  Sir  FREDERICK  A.  GORE  OUSELEY,  Prof,  of  Music,  University  of  Oxford. 


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Let  me  live  with  Thee  above. 


GLORY    BE    TO    JESUS. 


From  the  Italian,  Trans,  by  Rev.  EDWARD  CASWALL. 


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1.  Glo  -  ry  bo     to     Je  -  sus,  Who,    in  bit  -  ter  pains,  Pour'd  for  me  the  life-blood    From  His  sacred  vein9  ! 

2.  Grace  and  life    e  -  ter  -  nal  In  that  Blood  I     find,     Blest  be  His  com- pas-sion       In  -  fi -  nite  - ly  kind ! 
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4.  Oft    as  earth  ex  -  ult  -  ing  Wafts  its  praise  on  high,     An-gel-hosts  re-joic-ing   Make  their  glad  re  -  ply. 

5.  Lift   yc  then  your  voic-es ;  Swell  the  might-y    flood ;  Louder  still,  and  loud  -  er  Praise  the  precious  Blood. 


30  JESUS,    THOU    JOY. 

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Ccv.  C.  WALWOETH.  From  "Cantica  Sacra,"  by  permission— old  Gei-man  Melody. 


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Angel-choirs  above  are  raising 
Cherubim  and  Seraphim 

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Fill  the  heavens  with  sweet  accord : 
Holy!  Holy!  Holy  Lord! 

3  Lo !  the  Apostolic  train 

Join  Thy  sacred  Name  to  hallow ! 
Prophets  swell  the  loud  refrain, 

And  the  white-robed  Martyrs  follow  ; 
And  from  morn  till  set  of  sun, 
Through  the  Church  tho  song  goes  on. 


4  Holy  Father,  Holy  Son, 

Holy  Spirit,  three  we  name  Thee, 
While  in  essence,  only  One, 

Undivided  God,  we  claim  Thee  ; 
And,  adoring,  beud  the  knee, 
While  we  own  the  mystery. 

5  Thou  art  King  of  Glory,  Christ  I 

Son  of  God,  yet  born  of  Mary, 
For  us  sinners  sacrificed, 

And  to  death  a  tributary : 
First  to  break  the  bars  of  death, 
Thou  hast  opened  Heaven  to  faith. 

6  From  Thy  high,  celestial  home, 

Judge  of  all,  again  returning, 
We  believe  that  Thou  shalt  come, 

On  the  dreadful  Doom's-day  morning 
When  Thy  voice  shall  shake  the  earth, 
And  the  startled  dead  come  forth. 
1  Spare  Thy  people,  Lord,  we  pray, 

By  a  thousand  snares  surrounded : 
Keep  us  without  sin  to-day, 

Never  let  us  be  confounded. 
Lo  1  I  put  my  trust  in  Thee, 
Nover,  Lord,  abandon  me. 


SOMETIMES 

WILLIAM  COWl'EK,  1779. 


A     LIGHT    SURPRISES. 


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34  TURN    NOT,    0    LORD,    THY    GUESTS    AWAY. 

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NEARER,    MY    GOD,    TO    THEE. 


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"a  Where  Jesus  triumph'd.we  would  tread; 

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The  gifts  of  our  benevolence. 


40  LEAD 

Eev.  JOHN  HENRI  NEWMAN,  D.D..  1833. 


THOU     ME    ON. 


Iter.  J.  B.  DIKES. 


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1.  Lead,  Kiad- ly   Light,     a-  mid  th'  en-cir  -  cling     gloom 

2.  I      was    not    ev  -     er  thus,  uoi-  prayed  that   Thou 

3.  So    loug  Thy  Power  hath  blest  me,  6ure    it        still 


UPWARD  WHERE   THE  STARS  ARE   BURNING.         4t 

l'.ev.  HORATIUS  BOAR.  J.  BAPTISTE  CALKIN. 


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Far  beyond  that  arch  of  gladness, 
Far  beyoud  these  clouds  of  sadness, 

Are  the  many  mansions  fair. 
Far  from  pain  and  sin  and  folly, 
In  that  palace  of  the  holy — 

I  would  find  my  mansion  there. 


3. 

Where  the  Lamb  on  high  is  seated. 
By  ten  thousand  voices  greeted  : 

Lord  of  lords,  aud  Kiug  of  kings. 
Son  of  man,  they  crown,  they  crown  Him, 
Son  of  God,  they  own,  they  own  Him, 

With  His  name  the  palace  rings. 


Blessing,  honor,  without  measure, 
Heav'nly  riches,  earthly  treasure, 

Lay  we  at  His  blessed  feet. 
Poor  the  praise  that  now  we  render, 
Loud  shall  be  our  voices  yonder, 

When  before  His  Throne  we  meet. 


42 


ONE    SWEETLY    SOLEMN    THOUGHT. 


rilOE  CART,  1854. 


L.  T.  DOWNES,  by  permission. 


1  One  6weetly  |  solemn  thought 

Comes  j  to  me  o'er  and  J  o'er ; 
I  am  nearer  |  home  to-day 

Than  I  ■  ever  '  have  |  been  before. 

2  Nearer  my  ]  Father's  house, 

Where  the  |  many  mansions  |  be  ; 
Nearer  the  |  great  white  throne 
Nearer  the  |  crystal  sea ; 

8  Nearer  the  |  bound  of  life. 

Where  we  |  lay  our  burdens  |  down ; 
Nearer  |  leaving  ■  the  cross, 

Nearer  ■  gain |  -ing  the  crown. 


4  But  lying  |  darkly  ■  between, 

Winding  |  down  —  ■  through  the  |  Dight, 
Is  the  6ilent,  |  unknown  stream, 

That  leads  at  •  last  —  |  to  the  light. 

5  Oh,  if  my  |  mortal  feet 

Ilave  I  almost  gained  the  |  brink ; 
If  it  be  1  am  |  nearer  home 

Even  to-  ■  -day  —  |  than  I  think : 

6  Father,  |  perfect  ■  my  trust, 

Let  my  |  spirit  feel  in  |  death 
That  her  feet  are  |  firmly  set 

On  the  •  rock  •  of  a  |  living  faith.     Amen. 


Or  this. 


A.  II.  D.  TEOYTE. 


Note.    This  chant  requires 


deviations  in  the  dividing. 


ON    OUR    WAY    TO    GOD. 


43 


S.  S.  WESLEY,  1803. 


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1.  From  E-gypt     late-  ly 

2.  To     Canaan's  sa  -  cred 

3.  But  bark !  those  distant 


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bound     We  baste  with  songs  of     joy, 
sounds  That  strike  our  list'-ning     ears, 


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We  seek  our  new,  our  bet  -  ter  home, 
Where  peace  and  liber  -  ty  are  found, 
They  come  from  Canaan's  happy  bounds 

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There  love  in  every  bosom  reigns. 
For  God  Himself  is  King. 

Hallelujah !  etc. 

6  We  soon  shall  gain  the  throng, 
Their  pleasure  we  shall  share. 
And  sing  the  everlasting  song, 
With  all  the  ransomed  there. 
Hallelujah!  etc. 


44 


THY    WILL    BE 


CHARLOTTE  ELLIOTT,  1838. 


DONE. 

Her.  Sir  FREDERICK  A.  G.  OISELEV,  Bart. 


1.  My      God,  my   Fa-  ther,  -while  I 

2.  What  though  in  lone-ly  grief    I 

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4  Renew  my  will  from  day  to  day  ; 
Blend  it  with  Thine,  and  take  away 
All  now  that  makes  it  hard  to  say, 

Thy  will  be  done! 

5  Then  when  on  earth  I  breathe  no  more 
The  prayer,  oft  mixed  with  tears  before, 
I'll  sing  upon  a  happier  shore, 

Thy  will  be  done ! 


WHY    SHOULD    THE    CHILDREN    OF    A    KING. 

ISAAC  WATTS,  1709.  Kev.  J.  B.  DIKES. 


1.  Why  should  the  ehil-  dren 

2.  Dost  Thou  not  dwell    in 


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WHY    SHOULD    THE    CHILDREN.— Concluded. 


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3  Assure  my  conscience  of  ber  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood ; 
And  bear  Thy  witness  with  my  heart 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  His  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come ; 
And  Tby  6oft  wings,  celestial  Dove  I 
Will  safe  convey  me  home. 


Bishop  J.  KEBLK,  182 


SUN    OF    MY    SOUL. 


German.    Arranged  by  W.  H.  MONK. 


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1.  Sun   of    my    soul,  Thou  Sav-iour  dear, 

2.  When  the  soft  dews  of     kind-  ly    sleep 

3.  A  -  bide  with  me    from  morn  till    eve, 

4.  If  some  poor  wanderin; 

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It    is     not     night  if      Thou  be     near ; 

My  wearied   eye-  lids     gen  -  tly     steep, 

For  without   thee    I       can  -  not     live  ; 

child  of    Thioe  Hath  spurned  to-day  the  voice  di  -  vine, 


Oh,  may  no     earth-born 
Be  my  last  thought,  how 
A-bide  with    me  when 
Now,  Lord,  the  gracious 


cloud  a  -  rise  To   hide  Thee  from  Thy  eerv-  ant's  eyes, 

sweet  to     rest  For-ev  -  er      on  my  Sav-iour's  breast 

night  is      nigb,  For  without     Thee  I  dare  not     die. 

work  be  -  gin ;  Let  him   no     more  lie  down  in      sin. 


Watch  by  the  sick  ;  enrich  the  poor 
With  blessings  from  Thy  boundless  store 
Be  every  mourner's  sleep  to-night, 
Like  infant's  slumbers,  pure  and  light. 


Come  near  and  bless  us  when  we  wake. 
Ere  through  the  world  our  way  wo  take  ; 
Till  in  the  ocean  of  Thy  love 
We  lose  ourselves  in  Heaven  above. 


46 


ASNA  LETITIA  WARING,  1S5G. 


LEAD    ME,   O    LORD! 


Kev.  J.  B.  DIKES. 


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J.  Fa    -    ther!    I     know  that    all       my     life      Is       por- tioned  out      for        me; 

2.  I  ask     Thee  for       a     thoughtful       love,  Through  constant  watching       wise, 

3.  I  ask     Thee  for      the     dai  -  ly  strength  To     none  that     ask      de   -    nied, 


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blend  with    out-  ward  life,     While  keeping      at   Thv     side ; 


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I         ask     Thee  for     a  present  mind, 

A       heart   at     leis-  ure  from  it  -  self 

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And  if  somo  things  I  do  not  ask 

Among  my  blessingB  be, 
I'd  have  my  spirit  filled  the  more 

With  grateful  love  to  Thee ; 
And  careful  less  to  serve  Thee  much 

Than  please  Thee  perfectly.     Amen. 


JUST    AS   I    AM. 


47 


CHARLOTTE  ELLIOTT.  1836, 


EDWARD  J.  IIOfKINS,  London. 


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2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 
To  Thee  whose  Blood  can  cleanse  each  spot 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  1 

8  Just  as  I  am,  though  toss'd  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fightiugs  and  fears  wilhin,  without, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  1 

4  Just  as  I  am,  poor,  wretched,  blind  ; 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind. 
Yea,  all  I  need  in  Thee  to  find, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  1 


5  Just  aa  I  am  Thou  wilt  receive, 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve  1 
Because  Thy  promise  I  believe, 
•     0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

6  Just  as  I  am,  (Thy  love  unknown 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down) ; 
Now,  to  be  Thine,  yea,  Thine  alone, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

7  Just  as  I  am,  of  that  free  lovo 

The  breadth,  length,  depth,  and  height  to  prove, 
Here  for  a  season,  then  above, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 


LOVE    DIVINE. 


WM.  F.  SHERWIX,  1SCS. 


1.  O      Love     di  -  vine,     how  sweet    Thou     art! 

2.  God      on  -  ly     knows     the     love       of        God 
B.    Oh,    that       I       could     for        ev    -    cr         sit 


When  shall     I     find       my     will 

Oh,     that     it     now   were    shed       a     ■ 
With     Ma  -  ry      at       the      Mas  -  ter's 


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be  mine;         Be        mine    this      bet     -     ter       part, 

be  this  To        hear     the    Bride  -  groom's  voice. 


I    LOVE    THEE. 


49 


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Nothing  that  memory  can  suggest, 
But  doth  with  Thy  effulgence  blend  ; 

The  mind's  extremest  range,  at  best, 
Thy  greatness  fails  to  comprehend. 


Nothing,  0  Lord,  will  I  desire, 
Not  sanctioned  by  Thy  holy  will ; 

All  things  are  Thine  that  I  acquire, 
All  I  bestow,  Thy  bounty  still. 


4. 

Take  from  me  all  Thy  gifts  reveal ; 

Resume  whatever  pleaseth  Thee  ; 
Direct  me  as  Thou  wilt,  I  feel 

In  every  act  Thou  lovest  me. 


Oh,  grant  me  but  Thy  love  divine, 
My  love  for  Thee  will  reign  supreme; 

Grant  this,  and  all1  things  else  are  mine, 
Without  it  life  is  but  a  dream. 


THE    GOD    OF    LOVE. 


nor.  gkouue  iintnni:T. 


From  "Caatica  Sacra,"  hj  permission. 


♦  -  J-  5  :  —3 — j"*  •— l-- — « — «-= — m  «       ■  7 


•*  — 


1.  The  God      of    Love   my  Shepherd    is.      Ami  Ho    that  doth     me    feed;  While  He       is     mine  nnd 

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3  Yea,  in  death's  shady,  black  abode. 

Well  may  I  walk,  nor  fear  ; 
For  Thou  art  with  me,  and  Thy  rod 
To  guide,  Thy  staff  to  bear.  ' 

4  Surely  Thy  sweet  and  wondrous  lovo 

Shall  measure  all  my  days; 

And,  as  it  never  shall  removo. 

So  neither  shall  my  praise. 


J.  B.  &  MONSELL,  1865, 


SWEET    IS    THY    MERCY,    LORD. 


.1.  lunsiiY,  1866, 


w^m^^&mg^m 


1.  Sweet  is  Thy  mercy.  Lord  !      Before  Thy  mercy  -  sent  My  soul,  adoring,  pleads  Thy  word.  And  owns  Thy  mercy  nweet. 
-2.  Where'er  Thy  name  is  blest,  Where'er  Thy  people  meet.  There  I     de-llgtlt  in  Tbee  to    rest.     And  find  Thy  mercy  BWOet 

3.  Light  Thou  my  weary  way,  Lead  Thou  my  wava'rlng  feet,  That  while  I  stay  on  earth  I  may    Slid  find  Thy  merey  sweet. 

4.  Thus  shall  the*  heavenly  host    Hear  all  my  songs  repeat.    To    Father,  Son*  and  Hody  Ghost,  Thy  joy,  Thy  mercy  sweet. 


JAMBS  MoNTooUKKY,  1SE. 


GOD,    MY    SALVATION. 


51 


Iter.  T.  U.  M  ATTIIKW8,  B.A. 


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1.  God      is       my  strong   sal    -  va    -   lion ;  What  foe     have       I         to     fear '.  In     dark  -  new)  and  temp 

2.  Place  on      the    Lord     re   -    li    -    aoce ;   My     bouII  with     con -rage  wait;        Ilia  truth     be     thine     af 


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to       the  fight      I      stand;  What  ter  -  ror     can    con -found     me  With  God      at  my    right    hand! 

love     thy  joy      in  -  crease ;  Mer  -  cy     thy  days  shall  length  -  en  ;  The  Lord  will  give    thee    peace. 

*    ■•*  '  -J   ■  - .  I  ' .    -    .   -      -  a  jl-  J> 


52  WE    MARCH    TO    VICTORY. 

Itcv.  CEO.  MOULTRIE,  18C7. 


J.  BAKKBT,  1869. 


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ly       Arm  spread  o'er        us.      We         come    in     the  might  of  the   Lord    of    Light,  With    nr  -  mor  bright  to 


meet       Him;    And    we      put        to       flight      the         ar-mies    of       night,    That    the    sons      of     the     day     may 


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WE    MARCH    TO    VICTORY. 


Concluded. 


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the  Lord     he  -   fore 


With  Hia      lov  -  ing      eye     look -Ing    down  from  the     sky.    And     His 

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us,     His       Ho    -    ly       Arm  spread   o'er 


!  Our  Sword  is  the  Spirit  of  God  on  High, 
Our  helmet  His  salvation  ; 
Oar  banner  the  Cross  of  Calvary, 
Our  watchword— the  Incarnation. 
We  march,  we  march,  &c. 

:  We  tread  in  the  might  of  the  Lord  of  Hosts, 
And  we  fear  not  man  nor  devil : 
For  our  Captain  Himself  guards  well  our  coasts, 
To  defend  His  Church  from  evil. 
We  march,  we  march,  &c. 


4  And  the  choir  of  angels  with  song  awaita 

Our  march  to  the  golden  Sion ; 
For  our  Captain  has  broken  the  brazen  gates, 
And  burst  the  bars  of  iron. 

We  march,  we  march,  &c. 

5  Then  onward  we  march,  onr  arms  to  prove, 

With  the  banner  of  Christ  before  ns, 
With  his  eye  of  love  looking  down  from  above, 
And  His  Holy  Arm  spread  o'er  us. 
We  march,  we  march,  &c. 


54  REJOICE,   BELIEVERS! 

LAURENTI,  1690.    Trans,  by  Miss  JANE  BOETHWICK. 


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1.  Re-joiee,  re-joice,    be-liev-crs!    Aud  let  your  lights  ap-pear ;    The  shades  of    eve  are  tbiek'ning.     And 

2.  See  that  your  lamps  are  burn-ing.      Re  -  plen-ish  them  with  oil  ;    Look   now  for  your  sal  -  va  -  tion     The 

3.  0   wise  and   ho  -  ly    vir  -  gins,   Now  raise  your  voices  higher,    Till,    in    your  ju  -  bi  -  la  -  tions,    Te 

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Arise,  Thou  Sun  so  longed  for, 

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With  hearts  and  hands  uplifted, 

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The  day  of  earth's  redemption, 

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LET    OUR    CHOIR    NEW    ANTHEMS    RAISE.  55 

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3.  Crowns  and  thrones  may  perish,  Kingdoms  rise  and  wane.  But  the  Church  of    Je  -  sus    Constant  will    re -main; 

4.  On-ward,  then,  ve    peo  -  pie,    Join    our  hap  -  pv  throng,  Blend  with  ours  your  voices     In    the    tri-umph  song; 


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Glo  -  ry,  laud,  and  hon  -  or        Uu  -  to  Christ  the  King,     This  thro'  countless  a  -  ges    Men  and  an  -  gels   sins. 

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Jesus  in  His  beauty, 
Songs  that  never  cease. 
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ONWARD,    CHRISTIAN! 


HENRI  KIRKE  WHITE,  1801. 


Arr.  l>y  JOHN  li.  WILKES. 

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2.  Ou  -  ward,  Christian,    on  -  ward  go ! 


On  -  ward,  Christian,     on  -  ward      go  1      Fight  the    fight,  main- 
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More  than  conq'rors  you  shall  prove  ; 
Though  opposed  by  many  a  foe, 
Christian  soldiers,  onward  go ! 


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WHEN    ALL    THY    MERCIES. 


JOSEPB  ADDISON,  1712. 


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1 .  When  all    Thy  mer-cies,      0      my  God !     My      ris  -  ing  soul  sur  -  veys, 

2.  Ten     thousand  thousand      pre-cious  gifts      My      d^i  -  ly  thanks  em  -  ploy  ; 


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A  joyful  song  I'll  raise; 

But  oh !  eternity's  too  short 

To  utter  all  Thy  praise  1 


EVENING    SACRIFICE. 

Translated  from  the  Latin  by  K.  CASWALL. 


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1.  The  sun    is    sinking   fast,  The  day  -  light  dies  ;  Let  love  a  -  wake,  and  pay  Her     eve-ning     sac  -  ri  -  fice. 

2.  As  Christ  up-on   the  cross   His  Head  in-  clined,  And  to     His  Father's  hands  His     part-ing    Soul   resigned — 

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61 


So  now  herself  my  soul 

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In  Whom  all  spirits  live. 


Thus  would  I  live  :  yet  now 

Not  I,  but  He 
In  all  His  power  and  love 

Henceforth  alive  in  me. 


5. 
One  sacred  Trinity! 

One  Lord  Divine  1 
May  I  be  ever  His, 

And  He  forever  mine. 


AWAKE,    MY    SOUL. 


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Scatter  all  my  unbelief; 

More  and  more  Thyself  display, 

Shining  to  the  perfect  day! 


;  Erroneously  eometime<<  dtilluUd  to  AcGrsTrs  M.  Tor-LADT. 


THROUGH  THE  DAY   THY  LOVE   HAS  SPARED   US.    63 

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S.  BAEIXi:  GOULD 


NOW    THE    DAY    IS    OVER. 


J.  BARXBY,  18G8. 


U'  I  _ 

1.  Now  the  day  is      o  -  ver,  Night  is     drawing  nigh, 

2.  Je-  sua,  give  the   wea-  ry  Calm  and  sweet  re-  pose, 


Shadows  of  the  eve-ning      Steal  across  the  sky. 
With  Thy  tend'rest  blessing   May  our  eyelids  close. 


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Grant  to  little  children 
Visions  bright  of  Thee, 

Guard  the  sailors  tossing 
On  the  deep  blue  sea 


Through  the  long  night-watches 
May  Thine  Angels  spread 

Their  white  wings  above  me, 
Watching  round  my  bed. 


5. 

When  the  morning  wakens, 

Then  may  I  arise 
Pure  and  fresh  and  sinless 

In  Thy  Holy  Eyes. 


66  THE    DAY     IS    PAST    AND    OVER. 

St.  ANAT0L1US,  A.  D.  450.— Trans,  by  Rev.  J.  MASON  JiEALE.  JOSEPH  BARXCY,  1SC9. 


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O  Jesus,  keep  us  in  Thy  sight, 
Aud  save  us  through  the  coming 

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How  many  are  the  perils 

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Thou,  ever  wakeful,  hoar  our  cull, 
Aud  guard  and  save  us  from  them  all. 


LORD    OF    MY    LIFE,    WHOSE    TENDER    CARE.         67 

Sir  KOUXDELL  PALMER'S  "  Book  of  Praise,"  1858.  E.  J.  HOPKINS.  London,  Eng. 


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68 


OFTEN    AT    EVENING. 

W.  E.  G.  EVANS,  May  28, 1871.    For  this  Work. 


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Impart  the  grace  that  comes  from  Thee  alone, 

And  make  us  feel,  that  we  may  sec  Thy  heaven. 


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70         SAVIOUR,    BREATHE    AN    EVENING    BLESSING. 

JAMES  EDMESTON,  1S20.  S.  S.  WESLET,  1S64. 


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IN    THY    NAME    ASSEMBLING. 


71 


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72  SAVIOUR,    AGAIN    TO    THY    DEAR    NAME. 

Eev.  JOHN  EUKRTON.  |  J5.  J.  HOPKINS,  London,  L'nf. 


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SAVIOUR,    AGAIN    TO    THY    DEAR     NAME.     Concluded.    73 


Grant  us  Thy  peace,  Lord,  through  the  coming  night, 
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Thy  kingdom  come,  0  God, 
Thy  rule,  0  Christ,  begiu; 

Break  with  Thine  iron  rod 
The  tyrannies  of  sin. 


Where  is  Thy  reign  of  peace, 
And  purity,  and  love  ? 

When  shall  all  hatred  cease, 
As  iu  the  realms  above  1 


When  comes  the  promised  time 
That  war  shall  be  no  more, 

Oppression,  lust  and  crime 
Shall  flee  Thy  face  before  ? 


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Thick  darkness  broodethyet; 
Arise,  O  morning  Star, 

Arise,  and  never  set. 


78 


JAMES  MONTGOMKEY,  1819. 


HARK  !    THE    SONG. 

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Hallelujah  !  Christ  in  God, 

God  in  Christ,  is  all  in  all !     Amen. 


LO!    HE    COMES,    IN    CLOUDS    DESCENDING. 


79 


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80  GOOD    KING 

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GOOD    CHRISTIAN    MEN,    REJOICE.  81 

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82  BORN    TO-DAY  I 

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84             CHRIST    WAS    BORN  ON    CHRISTMAS    DAY. 

From  the  Latin,  collected  by  Rev.  J.  M.  KEALE,  M.A.  Arranged  by  Rev.  T.  HELMOEE,  JLA. 

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Ga-bri-  el.    Midnight  scarcely  pass'd  and  orer,  Drawing  to  this  ho  -  ly  mom,  Yer-y   ear-ly,    ver-y   ear  -ly  Christ  was  bom. 

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86  SEE,   AMID    THE    WINTER'S    SNOW. 

Rev.  ED.  CASWALL.  Vrom  "Cantica  Sacra."  by  permission. 


be  -  low  ; 


1.  See!     a -mid  the      win-ter's  snow,  Born  for  us      ou      earth    be -low;  See !  the  ten-der  Lamb    ap-pears, 

2.  Lo!   with-in      a        man-ger  lies      He  who  built  the     star-  ry  skies  :  He  who,  thron'd  in  height  sub-lime, 

3.  "Say,  ye   ho  -  ly     shep-herds,  say,  What  your  joy-ful     uews     to-day  ?  Wherefore  have  ye  left  your  sheep 

4.  "  As  we  watched  at  dead  of  night,     Lo !    we  saw    a    won-drous  light ;   An  -  gels  singing, '  Peace  on  earth,' 


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Sits       a  -  mid  the  cher  -  u  -  bim.    Hail !  <feo. 

On    the  lone  -  ly  mountain  steep  ?  "  Hail !  <fcc. 
Told     us     of   the  Saviour's  birth."  Hail !  <te. 


Sing  thro' all  Je-  ru- sa-  lem,  Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem! 


Sacred  Infant !  all-divine ! 
What  a  tender  love  was  Thine ! 
Thus  to  come  from  highest  bliss 
Down  to  such  a  world  as  this ! — Cho. 

6  Teach,  0  teach  us,  Holy  Child ! 
1    ts>  II       By  Thy  heart  so  meek  and  mild ; 
2     Teach  us  to  resemble  Thee 
V  ''       In  Thy  sweet  humility. — Cho. 


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THE    ANGELS'    SONG.  87 

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Oh!    rest   be-side  the  wea- ry  road,  And  hear  the  an -gels  sing! 


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For  lo  !  the  days  are  hast'ning  on, 

By  prophet-bards  foretold, 
When  with  the  ever-circling  years 

Comes  round  the  age  of  gold  ; 
When  peace  shall  over  all  the  earth 

Its  ancient  splendors  fling, 
And  the  whole  world  send  back  the  song 

Which  now  the  angels  sing. 


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Bishop  REGINALD  IIEDEE,  1811. 


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Angels  adore  Him,  in  slumber  reclining, 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 


Vainly  «  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

Vainly  with  gold  would  His  favor  secure  : 

Richer,  by  far,  is  the  heart's  adoration  ; 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 


Say,  shall  we  yield  nim,  in  costly  devotion, 
Odors  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine  ? 

Gems  from  the  mountain,  and  pearls  from  the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the  mine  ? 


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Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 


HOLY    NIGHT!    PEACEFUL    NIGHT! 


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Moderately  stoic. 


J.  BAEXBT,  18CS. 


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With  the  angels  let  us  sing 
Hallelujah  to  our  King! 
Jesus  our  Saviour  is  here  I 


Silent  night,  1  holiest  night ! 
Darkness  flies  and  nil  is  light! 
Shepherds  hear  the  angels  sing — 
"Hallelujah!  hail  the  King! 
Jesus  the  Saviour  is  here  1 " 


3  Silent  night !  holiest  night ! 
Guiding  Star,  O  leud  thy  light  1 
See  the  eastern  wise  men  bring 
Gifts  and  homage  to  our  King  I 
Jesus,  the  Saviour,  ia  here ! 


90     WHILE    SHEPHERDS    WATCHED    THEIR    FLOCKS. 

SAIIUM  TATE,  1703.  From  "Cantica  Sacra,"  bj  special  permission. 


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sign:  The  heavenly  babe  you  there  shall  find, 

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Had  seized  their  troubled  mind; 
To      hu-  man  view  dis  -    played, 
And    to     the  earth  be       peace ; 

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"  Glad  tid  -  ings  of  great  joy  I  bring  To  you  and  all  man-  kind. 
All  mean-ly  wrapped  in  swaddling  bands,  And  in  a  man-ger  laid." 
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THE    CHRISTMAS-TREE. 

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Eev.  ANGELO  A.  BENSON.    Translated  18G2.  J.  G.  EBLING,  1G20— 1G72. 

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2.  Hark!  a    voice  from  yoa-der     inan-ger,     Soft  and  sweet,  Doth  en  -  treat,  "  Flee  from  woe  and  dan  -  ger; 

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Here  let  all, 

Great  and  small, 
Kneel  fa  awe  and  wonder. 
Love  Him  who  with  love  is  yearning ; 

Hail  the  Star 

That  from  far 
Bright  with  hope  is  burning ! 

4  Yc  who  pine  in  weary  sadness, 

Weep  no  more, 
For  the  door 
Now  is  found  of  gladness. 


Cling  to  Him,  for  He  will  guide  you 

Where  no  cross, 

Pain  or  loss, 
Can  again  betide  you. 
5  Thee,  dear  Lord,  with  heed  I'll  cherish. 

Live  to  Thee, 

And  with  Thee 
Dying,  shall  not  perish — 
But  shall  dwell  with  Thee  for  ever, 

Far  on  high, 

In  the  joy 
That  can  alter  never. 


ADESTE    FIDELES.*      O  come,  all  ye  faithful.  93 

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2.  Tho' true  God  of  true    God,  Light  of  Light  e  -  ter    nal,  Our  low.-    -    ly    na-ture  He  hath  not     ab-horr'd: 

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Songs  of  loudest  triumph, 

Through  heaven's  high  arches  be  your  praises 
Now  to  our  God  be  [pour'd ; 

Glory  in  the  highest ;     0  come,  &c. 

4  Amen  !   Lord,  we  bless  Thee, 
Born  for  our  salvation, 

Jesus !  forever  be  Thy  Name  ador'd  ; 
Word  of  the  Father, 
Late  in  flesh  appearing:     0  come,  &c. 

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man  -  u    -     el.        Hark  !  etc. 
see  -  oncl    birth.    Hark  I  etc. 


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LORD    JESUS,    GOD    AND    MAN. 

Sir  HENRY  W.  BAKER,  Bt.,  1860. 


SAMUEL  S.  WESLEY. 


1.  Lord  Je  -  sus,      God     aDd    Man,         For     love     of  men  a  Child, 

2.  Lord  Je  -  sos,      God     and    Man,         In       this      our  fes  -  tal  day 

3.  We    pray   for      child-  like    hearts,      For     geu  -  tie  ho  -  ly  love, 

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For  hope  that  never  faints, 

For  true  communion  evermore 
With  all  Thy  blessed  Saints. 

5  On  friends  around  us  here 
O  let  Thy  blessiDg  fall ; 

We  pray  for  grace  to  love  them  veil, 
But  Thee  beyond  them  all. 


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CHRISTIANS,    AWAKE!      Concluded. 


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3  Oil !  may  we  keep  and  ponder  in  our  mind 
God's  wondrous  love  in  saving  lost  mankind  ; 
Trace  we  the  Babe,  Who  hath  retrieved  our  loss, 
From  the  poor  maDger  to  the  bitter  cross  ; 
Tread  in  His  steps,  assisted  by  His  grace. 
Till  man's  first  heavenly  state  again  takes  place. 


4  Then  may  we  hope,  the  angelic  hosts  among, 
To  join,  redeemed,  a  glad  triumphant  throng 
He  that  was  born  upon  this  joyful  day 
Around  us  all  His  glory  shall  display  ; 
Saved  by  His  love,  incessant  we  shall  sing 
Eternal  praise  to  heaven's  Almighty  King. 


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2.  'Twas  Ma  -  ry,  daughter  pure  Of      ho  -    ly         Ann,      That  bro't  in  -  to    this  world      Our  God  made 

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5  0  come  then,  let  us  join 

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Of  hautboy,  whence  their  name. 


98  CLEAR     UPON    THE    NIGHT    AIR    SOUNDING. 

Rev.  J.  S.  B.  HODGES,  by  special  permi-skm. 


1.  Clear    up  -  on     the  night  air    sounding,  Sweet-  ly    echo-ing   o'er   the    plain,    Fell    the   an-  gel  -voice,  an-  nonnc-ing. 

2.  Proph-ets  told    the  won-drout*  sto  -  ry      Of     the    fu  -  ture  King  and    Lord;  Who  from  up  -  per  realms  of     glo  -  rv 

3.  We   who  know  the    lov-ing    Sav  -  iour,  Who  have  found  the  last  -  ing   peace;  Who  have  heard  His  voice  ce  -  Tcs  -  tial. 


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Should  de-scend  our  Light  and  Word.  But  they  knew  not    all    His  brightness.  Xor  the    tull-ness    of    His  grace,— Could  not 
Bid -ding  alt    our    sor-rows  cease ;  We    can  raise  the    song    of    tn-umph, With  th' angel  -  ic    host  pro-claim:  "Glo- ry. 


glo  -  ry  in  the  high  -  est,  And  on  earth  good-will  a -bound."  As  the  an  -  gels  sang  we 
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God  and  King.    And  our  song,  &c. 
God  and  King.    And  our  song,  &c. 


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SHEPHERDS    OF    BETHLEHEM.  99 

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The  simple  shepherds  start  with  fright,— 
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In  David's  town  a  Babe  is  born : 

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Whose  reign,  when  He  is  crowned  King, 
Shall  make  both  men  and  angels  Bing, 

For  ever  and  for  ever,— 
Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Hallelujah, 
Praise  the  Lord!" 


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A  flying  cloud  of  angels  came ; 
Upon  the  midnight  air  loud  rang 
Their  golden  harps,  while  thus  they  sang 

"  To  God  on  high  be  glory : 
And  peace  on  earth,  good-will  to  men  I" 
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More  numerous   sounds,  and   yet    more 
From  aire  to  age,  from  pole  to  pole  [strong ; 
It  rolls  "along,  and  yet  shall  roll: 

Till,  crowned  with  splendor  glorious, 
That  Babe  shall  come  again,  a  King. 
And  saints  and  angels  all  shall  sing, 

In  endless,  boundless  chorus, — 
"HalUui.-.h    rlall  ltnal-.  Hallelujah 
Praibe  the  Lord!" 


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J.  MONTGOMERY,  1821 


R,  REDHEAD,  1S56. 

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View  the  Lord  of  life  arraigned. 
O,  the  wormwood  and  the  gall ! 

O,  the  pangs  His  soul  sustained! 
Shun  not  suff'ring,  shame,  or  loss: 
Learn  of  Him  to  bear  the  cross. 

3  Calv'ry's  mournful  mountain  climb ; 

There,  adoring  at  His  feet, 
Mark  that  miracle  of  time, — 


God's  own  sacrifice  complete. 
It  is  finished  !  hear  Him  cry ; 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die. 

4  Early  hasten  to  the  tomb, 

Where  they  laid  His  breathless  clay. 
All  is  solitude  and  gloom : 

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THE    ATONING    BLOOD. 


WILLIAM  H.  MOXK. 


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102  HEAR    US,    WE    BESEECH     THEE  ! 

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2  By  Thy  fasting  and  temptation, 
By  Thy  nights  of  supplication, 

We  beseech  Thee,  <fcc. 

3  By  Thy  works  of  sweet  compassion. 
By  Thy  Cross  and  bitter  Passion, 

We  beseech  Thee,  <fec. 

•t  By  Thy  Blood,  for  sinners  flowing, 
By  Thy  Death,  true  life  bestowing, 
We  beseech  Thee,  <fcc. 


5  By  Thy  glorious  B.esurrection, 
Earnest  of  our  own  perfection, 

We  beseech  Thee,  &c. 

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All  Thy  pain  and  sorrows  ended, 

We  beseech  Thee,  <fcc. 

7  Advocate  for  sinners  pleading, 
With  the  Father  interceding, 

We  beseech  Thee,  &c. 


WHEN    JESUS    LEFT    HIS    FATHER'S    THRONE. 

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May  we  forever  lie ! 

4  Hosanna  our  glad  voices  raise, 

Hosanna  to  our  King ! 
Should  we  forget  our  Saviour's  praise, 
The  stones  themselves  would  sing. 


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Hallelujah  !— 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb! 

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HAIL    THE    DAY    THAT    SEES    HIM    RISE.  103 

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Lift  your  beads,  eternal  gates !     Hallelujah  ! 
He  hath  conquered  death  and  sin,     Hallelujah ! 
Take  the  King  of  Glory  in.     Hallelujah! 


Lo,  the  heaven  its  Lord  reeeires !     Hallelujah ! 
Yet  He  loves  the  earth  He  leaves  ;     Hallelujah! 
Though  returning  to  His  throne,     Hallelujah ! 
Still  He  calls  mankind  His  own.     Hallelujah ! 


Still  for  us  He  intercedes,     Hallelujah  ! 
His  prevailing  death  He  pleads  ;     Hallelujah  ! 
Near  Himself  prepares  our  place,     Hallelujah ! 
He,  the  first-fruits  of  our  race.     Hallelujah! 


Lord,  though  parted  from  our  sight     Hallelujah ! 
Far  above  the  starry  height,     Hallelujah ! 
Grant  our  hearts  may  thither  rise,     Hallelujah ! 
Seeking  Thee  above  the  skies.     Hallelujah ! 


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HAIL    THE    DAY    THAT    SEES    HIM    RISE. 


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3  Him  though  highest  Heaven  receives,  Hallelujah!  Amen, 
Still  He  loves  the  earth  He  leaves.  Hallelujah !  Amen  ; 
Though  returning  to  His  Throne,  Hallelujah !  Amen  ; 
Still  He  calls  mankind  His  own,  Hallelujah  1  Amen. 

4  Still  for  them  He  intercedes.  Hallelujah !  Amen, 
His  prevailing  death  He  pleads,  Hallelujah!  Amen: 
Near  Himself  prepares  their  place,  Hallelujah !  Amen, 
Saviour  of  the  human  race,  Hallelujah  1  Amen. 


Ever  upward  let  ns  move,  Hallelujah!  Amen, 
"Wafted  on  the  wiuga  of  love,  Hallelujah !  Amen  ; 
Looking  when  our  Lord  shall  come,  Hallelujah  !  Amen; 
Longing,  panting  after  home,  Hallelujah  1  Amen. 

There  shall  we  with  Thee  remain,  Hallelujah!  Amen, 
Partners  of  Thy  endless  reign,  Hallelujah  I  Amen  ; 
There  Thy  face  unclouded  6ee,  Hallelujah!  Amen, 
Fiud  our  heaven  of  heavens  in  Thee,  Hallelujah !  Amen 


THOMAS  KELLY,  182(1. 


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Dr.  W.  HAYES,  ob.  1779. 


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EASTER  HYMN  OP  THE  BOHEMIAN  CHURCH,  1531. 
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109 


2  He  who  bore  all  pain  and  loss,  Hallelujah  I 
Comfortless  upon  the  cross,  Hallelujah ! 

.    Lives  in  glory  now  on  high,  Hallelujah! 
Pleads  for  us  and  hears  our  cry :  Hallelujah ! 

3  He  who  slumber'd  in  the  grave,  Hallelujah  1 
Is  exalted  now  to  save ;  Hallelujah ! 

Now  through  Christendom  it  rings.  Hallelujah 
That  the  Lamb  is  King  of  kings  :  Hallelujah  ! 


4  Now  He  bids  us  tell  abroad,  Hallelujah ! 
How  the  lost  may  be  restored,  Hallelujah  1 
How  the  peuitent  forgiven,  Hallelujah  ! 
How  we  too  may  enter  heaven  :  Hallelujah  ! 

5  Thou,  our  Paschal  Lamb  indeed,  Hallelujah  1 
Christ,  Thy  ransomed  people  feed  !  Hallelujah  I 
Take  our  sins  and  guilt  away,  Hallelujah  ! 
That  we  all  may  sing  for  aye,  Hallelujah  ! 


RIDE 

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4  Ride  on !  ride  on  in  majesty ! 
The  last  and  fiercest  6trife  is  nigh : 
The  Father  on  His  sapphire  Throne 
Awaits  His  own  anointed  Son. 

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[77iis  hymn,  written  towards  (he  close  of  the  sixth  century,  by  Yenantius  Fortunatus,  Bishop  of  Poictiers,  was  in  we  throughout 
Europe  as  a  Processional  Hymn  for  Easter-day.  and  universally  popular  in  the  Middle  Ages.  80  great  a  favorite  did  it  become,  that 
pa  rod  its  of  it  were  writtt  n  for  all  the  an  at  f<  siivals.  Jeronu  of  fragi/t  sang  it  at  the  stake  while  dying.  In  15LU  Crantner  transIaU  <l 
it  into  English,  and  sent  it  to  Henry  Ylll '.,  with  a  Hew  to  its  being  issued  by  royal  authority,  together  with  other  Processional  Hymns 
and  Litanies.    His  translation  is  now  lost,  but  his  letter,  recommending  the  use  of  the  hymn,  is  still  preserved  among  the  State  Papers.] 


JOlt.N  ELLERT05,  18GS.    Transl.  from  FOIMl'NATUS. 


J.  BAPT1STE  CALKIX. 


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All  good  gifts  returned  with  her  returning  King. 

Bloom  in  every  meadow,  leaves  on  every  bough. 

Speak  His  sorrows  ended,  hail  His  triumph  now. 

Ref.— Welcome,  happy  morning,  &c. 

3  Maker  and  Redeemer,  Life  and  Health  of  all. 
Thou  from  Heav'n  beholding  human  nature's  fall, 
Of  the  Father's  Godhead,  True  and  Only  Son, 
Manhood  to  deliver,  manhood  didst  put  on. 
Ref.— Welcome,  happy  morning,  &c. 


4  Thou,  of  Life  the  Author,  death  didst  undergo, 
Tread  the  path  of  darkness,  saving  strength  to  show  ; 
Come  then.  True  and  Faithful,  now  fulfil  Thy  word, 
'Tis  Thine  own  Third  Morning,  rise,  my  buried  Lord  I 

Ref. — Welcome,  happy  morning,  &c. 

5  Loose  the  souls  long-prisoned,  bound  with  Satan's  chain ; 
All  that  now  is  fallen  raise  to  life  again; 

Shew  Thy  face  in  brightness,  bid  the  nations  see. 
Bring  again  our  daylight;  day  returns  with  Thee  ! 
Kef.— Welcome,  happy  morning,  &c. 


After  those  verses  which  require  the  full  organ  for  accompaniment,  the  Rfrain  may  be  taken  piano  to  the  end  of  the  third  line. 


THE    STRIFE    IS    O'ER. 


Rev.  FRANCIS  POTT,  tr.  1S61. 


C.  A.  MACIRONE,  1807. 


1.  The  strife  is  o'er,  the  battle  done ;  The  triumph  of  the  Lord  is  won ;  Oh,  let  the  song  of  praise  be  snng.  Halle  -  la    -    jah  1 


:  The  powers  of  death  have  done  their  worst, 
And  Jesus  hath  his  foes  dispersed  ; 
Let  shouts  of  praise  and  joy  outburst. 
Hallelujah  1 

I  On  that  third  morn  He  rose  again. 
In  glorious  majesty  to  reign  ; 
Oh,  let  us  swell  the  joyful  strain. 
Hallelujah  1 


4  He  closed  the  yawning  gates  of  hell ; 
The  bars  from  heaven's  high  portals  fell ; 
Let  songs  of  joy  His  triumphs  tell. 

Hallelujah  I 

5  Lord,  by  the  stripes  which  wounded  Thee, 
From  death's  dread  sting  Thy  servants  free. 
That  we  may  live,  and  sing  to  Thee. 

Hallelujah  I 


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CHRISTOPHER  WORDSWORTH,  1863. 

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2  On  thee  at  the  creation 

The  light  first  had  its  birth  ; 
On  thee,  for  our  salvation 

Christ  rose  from  depths  of  earth  ; 
On  thee,  our  Lord,  victorious, 

The  Spirit  seDt  from  heaven ; 
Aod  thus  on  thee,  most  glorious, 

A  three-fold  light  is  given. 


3  0  day  of  sweet  reflection, 

Thou  art  a  day  of  love ; 
0  day  of  resurrection, 

From  earth  to  things  above, 
When  Gospel  light  is  glowing 

With  pure  and  radiant  beams, 
And  living  water  flowing 

With  soul-refreshing  streams. 


4  New  graces  ever  gaining 

From  this  our  day  of  rest, 
We  reach  the  rest  remaining 

To  spirits  of  the  blest ; 
To  Holy  Ghost  be  praises, 

To  Father  and  to  Son  ; 
The  Church  her  voice  upraises 

To  Thee,  blest  Three  in  Oue. 


HEXEY  FEAXCIS  LYTE,  1834. 


WITH    JOY    WE     HAIL. 

JAMES  TUKLE,  Organist  of  Westminster  Ahhey,  1S5SL 


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Her  clear  and  shining  light. 

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With  joy  the  summons  we  obey 
To  worship  at  Thy  throne. 


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ASCENSION    HYMN. 

Words  and  JIusic  by  FRASCES  RIDLEr  IIAVEKGAL,  1S72.    From  Ha\ergars  Fsalinodj. 


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His  bright  home  prepar-  iug,  Lit-  tie  ones,  for  you ;  Je  -  sus  ev  -  er  liv  -  eth,  Ev-  er  lov  -  eth  too. 
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Let  Thy  Saints  be  gathered  in. 
Free  from  sorrow,  free  from  sin 
All  upon  the  golden  floor, 
Praising  Thee  for  evermore ; 
Come,  with  thousand  angels,  come. 
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THE    CLOSING    YEAR. 


HENRI  DOWKTON,  1843. 


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4  Make  us  faithful,  make  us  pure. 

Keep  us  evermore  Thine  own  I 
Help,  0  help  us  to  endure  ! 
Fit  us  for  Thy  promis'd  crown. 


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2.  Gen-tly     as     the  dews  dis  -  til       Down    on     Si  -  on's   ho  -  ly     hill,     Dropping  gladness  where  they  fall, 

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All  the  heights  of  holiness. 

4  Let  us  then  with  joy  remove 
To  the  family  above  ; 

On  the  wings  of  angels  fly ; 
Show  how  true  believers  die. 


118 


i:i:<;ixald  iierer,  iS20. 


SAVE,    LORD,    OR    WE    PERISH. 

ARTHUR  S.  SULLIVAN. 


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Unveiling  an  immortal  day. 

"  Come,  wand'rers,  to  my  Father's  home ; 
•_ll        Come,  all  ye  weary  ones,  and  rest :" 
*~H"    Yes,  6acred  Teacher,  we  will  come, 

Obey  Thee,  love  Thee,  and  be  blest. 


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In  that  blest  name  believe. 

4  Let  not  our  feet  incline  to  tread 
Sin's  broad  destructive  road  ; 
But  trace  those  holy  paths  which  lead 
To  glory  and  to  God. 


LORD,    THY    WORD    ABIDETH. 

Sir  IIENKY  W.  BAKER,  Bt.,  1860. 


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When  our  foes  are  near  us. 
Then  Thy  Word  doth  cheer  us, 
Word  of  consolation, 
Message  of  salvation. 


Who  can  tell  the  pleasure, 
Who  recount  the  treasure, 
By  Thy  Word  imparted 
To  the  simple-hearted  ? 


Word  of  mercy,  giving 
Succor  to  the  living  ; 
Word  of  life,  supplying 
Comfort  to  the  dying ! 

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Oh,  that  we  discerning 
Its  most  holy  learning, 
Lord,  may  love  and  fear  Thee, 
Evermore  be  near  Thee  I 


ISAAC  WATTS,  1T.9. 


THY    HOLY    LAW. 

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4  When  nature  sinks,  and  spirits  droop, 

Thy  promises  of  grace 
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And  there  I  write  Thy  praise. 


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LET    CHILDREN    COME    TO    ME. 


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Thou  bearest  when  to  Thee  we  cry, 

Thou  wilt  not  scorn  our  praise. 


SAVIOUR,    WHO    THY    FLOCK    ART    FEEDING. 

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To  prove  that  Thou  art  kind. 

4  Teach  us  the  things  we  ought  to  know, 

And  may  we  find  them  true  ; 
And  still  in  stature  as  we  grow, 
Increase  in  wisdom  too.     Amen. 


LET    CHILDREN   HEAR    THE    MIGHTY    DEEDS. 

ISAAC  WATTS,  1719.  From  "Cantica  Sacra,"  by  permission. 


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4  Thus  shall  they  learn,  in  God  alone 

Their  hope  securely  stands  ; 
That  they  may  ne'er  forget  His  works, 
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4  Whate'er  the  care  that  breaks  thy  rest, 
Whate'er  the  wish  that  swells  thy  breast, 
Spread  before  God  that  wish,  that  care, 
And  change  anxiety  to  prayer. 


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THE    LIVING    FOUNTAIN, 


THOMAS  KELLY,  1803. 


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Lo !  the  desert 
Sings  for  joy  where'er  it  flows. 

Amen. 


WHO     IS    THIS    WITH     GARMENTS    DYED?  127 

EDWAUD  ARTHlll  DAYMAN,  1860.  11EXKY  SMART. 


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Know  Thy  deeds  in  days  of  old ; 
Kindness — pity — love  untold  1 

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Though  our  heart  be  hardened, 
Grant  Thine  exiled  sons  a  place 

Iii  Thy  City,  pardoned! 
There  to  meet — life's  warfare  done — 
Thy  true  Godhead,  Three  in  One. 


128 


C.  WESLET,  1740. 


JESUS!    LOVER    OF    MY    SOUL. 


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All  my  trust  on  Thee  is  stayed, 

All  my  help  from  Thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

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Thou,  O  Christ  1  art  all  I  want ; 

More  than  all  in  Thee  I  find  ; 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  Thy  Name, 

I  am  all  unrighteousness ; 
Vile  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 


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Let  the  healing  streams  abound. 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within; 
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Spring  Thou  up  within  my  heart, 

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SHOUT    THE    GLAD    TIDINGS.  129 

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132  HARK!     HARK,    MY    SOUL  I 

Key.  FRKIiKUIOK  W.  FADER,  1815—1863. 


Rev.  J.  D.  DIKES. 


1.  Hark!   bark,  my  soull    An  -  gel  -  ic  songs  are  swell  -  ing      O'er  earth's  green  fields,  and     ocean's  wave-beat 

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And      la  -  den    souls     by     thousands  meek-ly    steal  -  ing, 


Of      that  new  life  when  sin  shall 
The      mu  -  sic     of    the  Gos  -  pel 
Kind  Shepherd,  turn  their  wea-  ry 
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The  day  must  dawn,  and  darksome  night  be  past ; 
Faith's  journey  ends  in  welcome  to  the  weary, 

And  heaven,  the  heart's  true  home,  will  come  at  last. 
Angels  of  Jesus,  &e. 


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Angels,  sing  on  I  your  faithful  watches  keeping ; 

Sing  us  sweet  fragments  of  the  6ongs  above 
Till  morning's  joy  shall  end  the  night  of  weeping, 

And  life's  long  shadows  break  in  cloudless  love. 
Angels  of  Jesus,  <fec. 


GOD  OF  MERCY,  GOD  OF  GRACE. 

Bishop  IIEXRY  FItAXCIS  LTTE,  (1834)  1847.  From  the  > 


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3  Let  the  people  praise  Thee,  Lord  ; 
Earth  shall  then  her  fruits  afford, 
God  to  man  His  blessiug  give, 
Alan  to  God  devoted  live ; 
All  below.'and  all  above, 
One  in  joy  and  light  and  love. 


1  God  of  mercy,  God  of  grace, 
Show  the  brightness  of  Thy  face ; 
Shine  upon  us,  Saviour,  shiue, 
Fill  Thy  Church  with  light  divine  ; 
And  Thy  saving  health  extend 
Unto  earth's  remotest  end. 


2  Let  the  people  praise  Thee,  Lord ; 
Let  Thy  love  on  all  be  poured  ; 
Let  the  nations  shout  and  sing 
Glory  to  their  Saviour  King  ; 
At  Thy  feet  their  tribute  pay, 
And  Thy  holy  will  obey. 


134  A    FEW    MORE    YEARS    SHALE    ROLL. 

Iter.  IIOI'.ATIUS  BOSAE,  1856.  Eev.  L.  G.  UATSES,  Mas.  Doe. 


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A      few     more    part  -  ing3     o'er, 


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that  bright  day  ;      Oh  !  wash  us 


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135 


3  A  few  more  Sabbaths  here 
Shall  cheer  us  on  our  way, 

And  we  shall  reach  the  endless  rest, 
Th'  eternal  Sabbath-day. 
Then,  gracious  Lord,  prepare 
Our  souls  for  that  sweet  day ; 

Oh !  wash  us  in  Thy  precious  Blood, 
And  take  our  sins  away. 


W.  IiEXGO  COLLTER,  1812. 


4  Yet  but  a  little  while 
And  He  shall  come  again, 

Who  died  that  we  might  live,  Who  lives 
That  we  with  Him  may  reign. 
Then,  gracious  Lord,  prepare 
Our  souls  for  that  glad  day ; 

Oh  1  wash  us  in  Thy  precious  Blood, 
And  take  our  sins  away.     Amen. 


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3  Light  and  peace  at  once  deriving 
From  the  hand  of  God  most  high, 

In  His  glorious  presence  living, 
They  shall  never,  never  die. 

4  Now,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 

O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love ; 

Far  removed  from  pain  and  anguish. 

They  arc  chanting  hymns  above. 


136        THOU  ART  GONE  TO  THE  GRAVE. 

Bishop  REGINALD  HEBEE,  1812.  J.  BARNBY,  1867. 


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COMFORT    IN    SORROW. 


HEN11Y  MET  MILMAN,  1822. 


137 

It.  REDHEAD. 


1.  When     our      heads      are     bowed    with     woe,     When      our 

2.  Thou     our     throb  -  bing    flesh       hast     worn;    Thou      our 


ter     tears     o'er  -  flow,    When  we 
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Thou  the  blood  of  life  hast  shed, 
Thou  hast  filled  a  mortal  bier  ■ 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary,  hear  ! 


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With  the  thought  of  all  its  sin  ; 
When  the  spirit  sinks  with  fear, 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary,  hear  1 

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Though  the  sins  were  not  Thine  own, 
Thou  hast  deigned  their  load  to  bear; 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary,  hear !     Amen. 


138  CHILD'S    BURIAL. 

Miss  CATHARINE  WIXKWOETH,  England.  HDBEKT  P.  MAIN,  18?2.    Written  for  this  Work. 


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THOU    WHO    WAST    ONCE    A    CHILD.  139 

Hiss  s.  L.  E5IERT,  1871.    liy  permission.  J.  H.  COICSELL,  Organist  of  St.  Taul's  Chapel,  K.  r..  1871. 


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JEMIMA  LUKE,  1S41. 


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That  His  arm  had  been  thrown  around  me, 

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"  Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  Me." 


Yet  still  to  His  footstool  in  prayer  I  may  go, 
And  ask  for  a  share  in  His  love ; 

And  if  I  thus  earnestly  seek  Him  below, 
I  shall  see  Him  and  hear  Him  above — 


In  that  beautiful  place  He  has  gone  to  prepare 
For  all  who  are  washed  and  forgiven  ; 

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For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven. 


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Never  heard  of  that  heavenly  home ; 

I  wish  they  could  know  there  is  room  for  them  all. 
And  that  Jesus  has  bid  them  to  come. 


THERE  IS  A  LAND  IMMORTAL. 


141 


BARRY  CORNWALL. 


From  "Cantica  Sacra,"  by  permission. 


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142  O    MOTHER    DEAR,   JERUSALEM. 

FRAXC1S  BAKER,  1616.    Also  attributed  to  QUAKLES.  From  "Cantica  Sacra."  by  special  Jttmmsion. 


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O    hap   .   py    bar  -  bor    of    God's  saints !     O 


sweet  and    pleas -ant     soil! 


In    thee     no  sor-row   can     be  found,  Nor  grief,  nor  care,  nor  toil. 


2  No  dimming  cloud  o'ershadows  thee, 

Nor  gloom,  nor  darksome  night ; 
But  every  soul  shines  as  the  sun, 

For  God  Himself  gives  light. 
Thy  walls  are  made  of  precious  stone, 

Thy  bulwarks  diamond-square, 
Thv  gates  are  all  of  orient-pearl — 

0  God!  if  I  wero  there! 


3  Right  through  thy  streets  with  pleasing  souud 
The  flood  of  life  doth  flow, 
And  on  the  banks,  on  either  Bide, 

The  trees  of  life  do  grow. 
Those  trees  each  montli  yield  ripening  fruit. 

For  evermore  they  spring, 

And  all  the  nations  of  the  earth 

To  thee  their  honors  bring. 

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O    MOTHER    DEAR,  JERUSALEM. 


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The  snare  of  death  and  hell, 
Triumph  in  joy  eternally, 
Whereof  no  tongue  can  tell. 


0  mother  dear,  Jerusalem ! 

When  shall  I  come  to  thee  t 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end? 

Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see ! 


144 


THERE'S    A    BRIGHT    LAND. 


Mrs.  CECIL  FRANCES  ALEXANDER,  1848. 


Chiefly  by  Eev.  J.  B.  DTKES,  18G8. 

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Open  fresh  and  gay ; 
Till  the  chilly  autumn  hours 

Wither  them  away: 
There's  a  land  we  have  not  seen, 
Where  the  trees  are  always  green  1 

3  Little  birds  sing  songs  of  praise 

All  the  summer  long  ; 
But  in  colder,  shorter  days 

They  forget  their  song ; 
There's  a  place  where  angels  sing 
Ceaseless  prakes  to  their  King. 


4  Christ  our  Lord  is  ever  near 

Those  who  follow  Ilim ! 
But  we  cannot  see  Him  here, 

For  our  eyes  are  dim : 
There's  a  blissful  happy  place 
Where  men  always  see  His  face. 

5  Who  shall  go  to  that  bright  land? 

All  who  do  the  right : 
Holy  children  there  shall  stand 

In  their  robes  of  white. 
For  that  Heaven  so  bright  and  blest, 
Is  our  everlasting  rest. 


BRIEF    LIFE    OUR    PORTION.  145 

BERNARD  OF  JIORLAH,  1140,  transl.  by  Rev.  JOHN  MASON  NEALE,  1858.  By  special  permission  fr.ni  Cantica  Sacra. 


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And  now  we  live  in  hope, 
And  Sion  in  her  anguish 

With  Babylon  must  cope ; 
But  He  Whom  now  we  trust  in 

Shall  then  be  seen  and  known  ; 
And  they  that  know  and  see  Him 

Shall  have  Him  for  their  own. 


The  morning  shall  awaken, 

The  shadows  shall  decay, 
And  each  true-hearted  servant 

Shall  shine  as  doth  the  day. 
3  There  God,  our  King  and  Portion, 

In  fulness  of  His  grace, 
Shall  we  behold  for  ever. 

And  worship  face  to  face. 


O  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

The  Home  of  God'B  elect  I 
O  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

That  eager  hearts  expect  1 
Jesus,  in  mercy  bring  us 

To  that  dear  land  of  rest ; 
Who  art,  with  God  the  Father, 

And  Spirit,  ever  blest. 


[This  hymn  is  the  first  part  of  the  celebrated  poem  of  three  thousand  lines,  entitled ;  "  De  Contomptu  Mundi,"  the  dedgn  being  to 
persuade  men-  to  the  contempt  of  the  world.—  On  pages  WJ  and  Ikl  arc  to  be  found  the  second  and  third  parts  of  it.] 


146  FOR    THEE,    O    DEAR,    DEAR    COUNTRY. 

BERNARD,  of  Morlaix,  1140.    Translated  by  Rev.  JOHN  MASON  NKALE,  1858.  1'roai  "  Cantica  Sacra,"  1)»  sp.  permission. 


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\JThis  is  the  second  part  of  the  celebrated  Poem,  "  De  contemptu  mandi."] 


JERUSALEM,    THE    GOLDEN  !  147 

BERNARD,  of  Mortals,  1U0.    Translated  by  Rev.  .T0H>"  MASOX  NEALE,  D.D.,  1858.  ALEX.  KW15G. 

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{This  U  the  third  and  last  part  qf  the  Poem,  "  Do  contemptu  mundl."J 


148 


O    PARADISE. 


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O    HEAVENLY    JERUSALEM. 

ISAAC  WILLIAMS,  1S39.    From  the  Latin,  17th  or  ISth  century. 


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Mrs.  CECIL  FRAXCES  ALEXANDER.  FREDERICK  IIERVET. 


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Beams  every  eye ; 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand, 

Love  cannot  die. 
Oh,  then  to  glory  run, 
Be  a  crown  and  Kingdom  won ; 
And  bright  above  the  sun, 

We  reign  for  aye. 


DEATHLESS 

Rct.  AUGUSTUS  MOXTAGUE  TOPLADY,  1777. 

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SingiDg,  to  thy  crown  remove, 
Swift  of  wing,  and  fired  with  love. 

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Thee  their  tiny  voices  praise, 
In  the  early  songs  they  raise. 


Thou  by  whom  the  birds  are  fed. 
Give  to  me  my  daily  bread  ; 
And  Thy  Holy  Spirit  give, 
Without  Whom  I  cannot  live. 


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Make  me,  Lord,  obedient,  mild. 
As  becomes  a  little  child; 
All  day  long,  in  ev'ry  way, 
Teach  me  what  to  do  and  say. 


Help  me  never  to  forget 
That  in  Thy  great  book  is  set 
All  that  children  thiuk  and  say, 
For  the  awful  Judgment  Day. 


Let  me  never  say  a  word 

That  will  make  Thee  angry,  Lord  ; 

Help  me  so  to  live  in  love, 

As  Thine  Angels  do  above. 


Make  me,  Lord,  in  work  and  play, 
Thioe  more  truly  ev'ry  day  ; 
And  when  Thou  at  last  shalt  come, 
Take  me  to  Thy  heav'nly  home.    Amen. 


156 


EVENTIDE. 


HESai  FRANCIS  LITE,  1793—1847. 


Ait.  by  WM,  II.  MOXK. 


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Thou  on  my  head  in  early  youth  didst  smile ; 
And,  though  rebellious  and  perverse  meanwhile, 
Thou  hast  not  left  me,  oft  as  I  left  Thee : 
On  to  the  close,  O  Lord,  abide  with  me  1 


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What  but  Thy  grace  can  foil  the  tempter's  power  ? 
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Shine  through  the  gloom,  and  point  me  to  the  6kies; 
Heaven's  morning  breaks,  and  earth's  vain  shadows  flee ; 
In  life,  in  death,  0  Lord,  abide  with  me !     Amen. 


WE    ARE    BUT    LITTLE    CHILDREN    "WEAK. 


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Has  much  to  do,  -without,  within ; 
A  death  to  die  for  Jesus'  Bake, 
A  weary  war  to  wage  with  sin. 

3  When  deep  within  our  swelling  hearts 

The  thoughts  of  pride  and  anger  rise, 
When  bitter  words  are  on  our  tongues 
And  tears  of  passion  in  our  eyes  ; 

4  Then  we  may  stay  the  angry  blow, 

Then  wo  may  check  the  bastr  word, 


Give  gentle  answers  back  again, 
And  fight  a  battle  for  our  Lord. 

5  With  smiles  of  peace,  and  looks  of  love, 

Light  in  our  dwellings  we  may  make, 
Bid  kind  good  humor  brighten  there, 
And  do  all  still  for  Jesus'  sake. 

6  There's  not  a  child  so  small  and  weak 

But  has  his  little  cross  to  take, 
His  little  work  of  love  and  praise 

That  he  mav  do  for  Jesus'  sake.     Amen. 


158  THE    BRIDEGROOM    COMES! 

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Jerusalem  the  free  ! 
With  ceaseless  step  the  path  be  trod, 

That  leads  to  Thee ! 
The  martyr's  bleeding  feet, 

The  saints  with  woundless  breast, 
Alike  have  sought  Thy  golden  seat 

To  win  their  rest. 


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There,  calming  all  alarms, 

Thy  Cross  of  Love  is  traced, 
Outstretching  salutary  arms, 

To  bless  the  waste ; 
The  6inner  there  can  plead 

In  ever  listening  ears  ; 
On  hope  and  Thee  can  sweetly  feed, 

And  dry  hii  tears. 


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Celestial  joy  shall  raise, 
While  lips  and  hearts,  conjoined,  essay 

To  hymn  Thy  praise ! 
The  very  stones  shall  ring, 

Resound  each  holy  wall. 
With  Thee/Thyself  the  Rock,  the  Spring, 

Our  Heaven,  our  All ! 


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EDWAED  DEXXT,  1S39. 


CHRIST,   OUR    PATTERN. 

ATM.  MAS01S',  3Ius.  Tioc,  1S72.    For  this  Work. 


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Thy  friends  unfaithful  prove  ; 
Unwearied  in  forgiveness  still, 
Thy  heart  could  only  love. 

4  Oh,  give  us  hearts  to  love  like  Thee ! 

Like  Thee,  0  Lord,  to  grieve- 
Far  more  for  others'  sins  than  all 
The  wrongs  that  we  receive. 


COME,  YE  THAT  LOVE  THE  SAVIOUR'S  NAME. 

ASSE  STEELE,  171C — 1778.  WJL  MASON,  Mas.  Doc,  1872.    For  this  Work. 


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The  beauties  of  our  King, 

"We  long  to  love  as  angels  do, 
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4  0.  for  the  day,  the  glorious  day  I 

When  heaven  and  earth  shall  raise 
With  all  their  powers,  the  raptur'd  lay, 
To  celebrate  Thy  praise. 


CHILDREN    OF    THE    HEAVENLY    KING. 

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Ye  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest ; 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepar'd ; 
There  your  kingdom  and  r«ward. 

4  Lord,  obediently  we  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below; 
Only  Thou  our  Leader  he. 
And  we  still  will  follow  Thee. 


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CLINGING    TO    JESUS! 


CIUULOTTK  ELLIOTT.  1834. 


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2.  Blest   with      com  -  mu  -  niou      so  di  -  vine,       Take     what  Thou   wilt,     shall     I  re      pine, 

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An        ex    -    ile       still,     yet      not         un  -  blest,     While  she       can      cling     to         Thee!. 


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And  earthly  friends  and  joys  remove  ? 
With  patient,  uncomplaining  love 
Still  would  I  cling  to  Thee  1 


Oft  when  I  seem  to  tread  alone 
Some  barren  waste  with  thorns  o'er- 

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A  voice  of  love,  in  gentlest  tone, 
Whispers,  "  Still  cling  to  me  1 " 


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How  safe,  how  oalm,  how  satisfied. 
The  souls  that  cling  to  Thee. 


JESUS,    TEACH     ME.  163 

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PRAISE    YE    THE    LORD! 


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Beneath  His  gracious  hand, 

On  fields  of  gen'rous  soil, 
The  plenteous  sheaves  of  golden  harvest  stand. 

The  treasures  of  our  toil. 


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Wide  may  our  spirits  cast 

Their  precious  seed  of  love, 
To  give  our  souls,  when  summer  days  are  past, 

A  narvest-homc  above ! 


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LORD    JESUS    CHRIST,    MY     LIFE,    MY     LIGHT 

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I  take  my  homeward  way  in  trust; 

The  gates  of  Heaven,  Lord,  open  wide, 
When  here  I  may  no  more  abide. 

4  And  when  the  last  Great  Day  is  come, 
And  Thou,  our  Judge,  6halt  speak  the  doom, 
Let  me  with  joy  behold  the  light, 

And  set  me  tnea  upon  Thy  right. 


5  Renew  this  wasted  flesh  of  mine, 
That  like  the  sun  it  there  may  shine 
Among  the  angels  pure  and  bright, 
Yea,  like  Toy  self  in  glorious  light. 

6  Ah,  then  I  have  my  heart's  desire, 
"When  singing  with  the  angels'  choir, 
Among  the  ransomed  of  Thy  grace, 
Forever  I  behold  Thy  face  1     Amen. 


166  OUR     GOD     STANDS    FIRM,   A    ROCK     AND    TOWER. 
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2.  Oar  strength  is  'weakness  in    the     fight;     Our  cour-age  soon  de  -  fee     -     tion; 

3.  Theu  Lord,  a  -  rise  !    lift   up    Thine  arm  !  With  mighty     sue  -  cor    stay         us  ! 


A  read-  y  help  i:i 
But  comes  a  "War-  rior, 
Oh  I  turn    a  -  side    the 


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clad  iu  might,  A  Prince  of  God's  e  -  lee  - 
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For  our  ma  -  lig-nant  foe  Unswerving  aims  his 
Who  is  this  wondrous  Chief,  That  brings  this  glad  re- 
That,  rescued     by   Thy  hand,        In    triumph  we  may 


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stand,    And  round  Thy  foot-stool  crowd,    In    joy     to     sing     a  -   loud  High  praise  to   our    Re  -  deem  -     er. 


O    MORNING    STAR  !    HOW    FAIR    AND    BRIGHT.     167 

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Tow'rd  Thee  lougiug  doth  possess  me,  Turn  and  bless  me ;  for  Thy  gladuess  Eye  and  heart  here  pine  in  sad  -    ness. 


But  if  Thou  look  on  me  in  love, 

There  straightways  falls  from  God  above- 

A  ray  of  purest  pleasure ; 
Thy  Word  and  Spirit,  flesh  and  blood, 
Refresh  my  soul  with  heavenly  food, 

Thou  art  my  hidden  treasure  ; 
Let  Thy  grace.  Lord,  warm  and  cheer  me, 
O  draw  near  mc ;  Thou  hast  taught  us 
Thee  to  seek  since  Thou  hast  sought  us  1 


Here  will  I  rest,  and  hold  it  fast. 
The  Lord  I  love  is  First  and  Last, 

The  End  as  the  Beginning  ! 
Here  I  can  calmly  die,  for  Thou 
Wilt  raise  me  where-  Thou  dwellest  now, 

Above  all  tears,  all  siuning  : 
Amen  !  Amen  1  Come,  Lord  Jesus, 
Soon  release  us  ;  with  deep  yearning, 
Lord,  we  look  for  Thy  returning  I 


168  WAKE,    AWAKE!     FOR     NIGHT     IS     FLYING. 

"WAOHET    AUF!    RUFT    UNS    DIE    STIMME."      [Note  C.] 


[Wake,  a- wake,  for  night  is  fly  -  ln&,  The  watchmen  on  the  heights  are  cry  -  ing, 
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3  Now  lot  all  the  heav'na  adore  Thee. 
And  men  and  angels  sintr  before  Thee, 

With  harp  and  cymbal's  clearest  tone; 
Of  one  pearl  each  shining  portal. 
Where  we  are  with  the  choir  immortnl 
Of  angels  round  Thy  dazzling  throne : 
Nor  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear 
Oath  yet  attain'd  to  hear 
What  is  there  ours, 
But  we  rejoice,  and  sing  to  Theo 
Our  hymn  of  joy  eternally. 


FROM  HEAVEN  ABOVE(  TO  EARTH  I  COME. 

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Like  wax  beneath  Thine  ardent  ray  I 

3  0  Life-dew  of  the  Churches,  come, 
And  bid  this  arid  desert  bloom  ! 
The  sorrows  of  Thy  people  see, 
And  take  cur  human  flesh  oa  Thee 


•1  Refresh  the  parch'd  and  drooping  mind. 
The  broken  limb  in  mercy  bind  ; 
Us  sinners  from  our  guilt  release, 
And  fill  us  with  Thy  heavenly  peace. 


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Comes  then  at  Inst  the  long'd-for  light! 
Ah  yes,  Thou  shinest,  O  true  Sun, 
In  whom  arc  God  and  man  made  One. 


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2  What  Thou,  my  Lord,  hast  suffer'd 

Was  all  for  sinners'  gain  : 
Mine,  mine  was  the  transgression, 

But  Thine  the  deadly  pain  : 
Li,  here  I  fall,  my  Saviour! 

'lis  I  deserve  Thy  place; 
Look  on  me  with  Thy  favor, 

Vouchsafe  to  me  Thy  grace. 

i  Tho  joy  can  ne'er  be  spoken, 

Above  all  joys  beside, 
When  in  Thy  body  broken 

I  thus  with  safety  hide: 
My  Lord  of  Life,  desiring 

Thy  glory  now  to  see ; 


Beside  Thy  cross  expiring, 
I'd  breathe  my  soul  to  Thee. 

4  What  language  shall  I  borrow. 

To  praise  Thee,  heav'nly  Friend  : 
For  this,  Thy  dying  sorrow, 

Thy  pity  without  eud  ? 
0  make  me  Thine  forever, 

And  should  I  fainting  be. 
Lord,  let  me  never,  never 

Outlivo  my  love  to  Thee ! 

6  And  when  I  am  departing, 
0  part  nut  Thou  from  me  I 


When  mortal  paugs  are  darting, 
Come,  Lord,  and  set  me  free ! 

And  when  my  heart  must  languish 
Amidst  the  final  throe, 

Release  me  from  mine  anguish. 
By  Thine  own  pain  and  woe  1 

0  Be  near  when  I  am  dying, 

O  show  Thy  cross  to  me  1 
And  for  my  succor  flying, 

Come,  Lord,  and  set  me  free  1 
These  eyes,  new  faith  receiving, 

From  Jesus  shall  not  move  ; 
For  he  who  dies  believing. 

Dies  safely,  through  Thy  love. 


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TO    GOD    ON    HIGH    BE    THANKS    AND    PRAISE.       171 

"  ALLEIN   GOTT   IN    DER    HOEH'   SEY   EHR."    [Note  F .]  See  p.  ITS. 


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1.  To    God  on     high  ho     thanks  and  praise  For  mer-  cy     ceas-  ing    uev     ■ 

2.  The  hon-  ors  paid  Thy    ho  -    ly     Name,  To  hear  Thou  ev  -  er      deign 

3.  O     Je  -  sus  Christ,  our  God   aud   Lord,    Son  of    Thy  heavenly     Fa     - 


er,     "Whereby    no     foe     a 
est  I   Then,  God  the    Fa  -  ther, 
ther,     O    Thou  who  hast  our 


hand    can  raise,  Nor  harm  can  reach  us     cv 
still     the  same,  Un-shak-en      ev  -  cr       reign 
peace  restor'd,   And  the  lost  sheep  doth  gath 

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est  1  Unmeasured  stands  Thy  glorious  might !  Thy  tho'ts,  Thy 
cr,     Thou  Lamb  of  God,  to      Thee  on    high  From  out  our 


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peace,  that  knows  no  end,     A       peace  that  none  can   sev 
deeds  out-strip  the     light!  Our  heav'n  Thou,  Lord,  re-main 
depths  we  sin  -  ners  cry,     Have    mer-  cy     on     us,      Je     - 


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O  Holy  Ghost,  Thou  precious  Gift, 

Thou  Comforter  unfailing, 
O'er  Satan's  snares  our  souls  uplift ; 

And  let  Thy  power  availing 
Avert  our  woes  and  calm  our  dread. 

For  us  the  Saviour's  blood  was  shed. 
Wo  trust  in  Thee  to  savo  us. 


172 


NOW    THANK    WE    ALL    OUR    GOD. 

"  NUN   DANKET   ALLE   GOTT."    [Note  G .] 


See  p. 


bless'd  us  on  our  way  With  eount-less  prifts  of  love,  Aud  still  is  ours  to  -  day. 
guide  us  'when  per  -  plexed ;  And  free  us  from  all  ills  In  this  world  and  the  next, 
earth  and    heaven  a     -     dore,      For       thus     it       was,     is         now.      And     shall   be       ev  -    cr  -    more. 


NOTES    ON    GERMAN     CHORALS. 


173 


A  fe\T  of  the  most  celebrated  German  Chorals  are  inserted, 
with  no  apology  for  their  appearance  on  the  ground  of  novelty. 
They  are  the  oldest  melodic  form  of  worship,  beginning  with  the 
era  of  the  Great  Reformation,  when  many  hymns  were  translated 
from  the  Latin  into  German,  and  adapted  to  Tunes— oft-times 
"  Volks-Gesunge"  (People's- Songs),  many  of  which  were  originally 
in  triple  measuro.  Martin  Luther  did  much  of  this  kind  of  work. 
The  belief  that  ho  is  the  author  of  "  Old  Hundred  "  is  a  mistake : 
it  wji3  written  by  Franc,  a  Frenchman,  who  adapted  it  from  a  sec- 
ular song. 

Boston  has  introduced,  at  the  School  Children's  Annual  Festi- 
vals, several  of  these  Chorals  with  great  success ;  and  at  a  recent 
entertainment  in  the  Brooklyn,  N.  Y.,  Academy  of  Music,  by  the 
Sunday  School  Union,  the  Choral  "  Our  God  stands  firm,  a  Rock 
and  Tower,"  was  sung  by  a  chorus  of  a  thousand  children  with 
sublime  effect 

Note  A.  Our  God  stands  firm,  a  Rock  and  Tower.  (Bin1  feate 
Burg  ist  uuser  Gott.)—  This  version  of  the  Forty-sixth  Psalm— 
known  as  Luther's— was  arranged  by  Martin  Luther  (1483- 154M. 
about  the  year  152')  at  Coburg.  Meyerbeer  introduced  this  Choral 
in  the  Opera  of  "  The  Huguenots  ; ,v  Otto  Nicolai  also,  in  his  Fes- 
tival Overture  for  orchestra  and  chorus  ;  and  latterly  Richard  Wag- 
ner some  of  the  lines  in  his  Kaiser-Marsch.  It  was  first  printed 
by  J.  Klug,,  Wittenberg,  1529,  and  appeared  in  the  "Augsburger 
Gesangbueh,"  1530.  The.  first  and  second  verses  of  this  transla- 
tion are  by  the  Rev.  Robert  Corbet  Singleton,  M.A.,  the  third  verse 
added  by  the  same  author  in  18S7. 

Note  B.  Lord  Jems  Christ,  my  Life,  my  Light  (Hcrr  Jeans 
Christ,  mem  Lebouslicht,  o^o  called,  O  Jesu  Christ,  meinesLebcns 
Licht),  first  appeared  in  1610,  in  triple  measure,  and  was  published 
by  Josoph  Claudero  in  "  Psalmodia  Nova,"  Leipzig,  1030.  The 
author  of  the  melody  is  unknown.  Mendelssohn  introduces  it  in 
"St.  Paul."  This  version  is  translated  by  Miss  Catharine  Wink- 
worth  of  Clifton,  England,  1862. 

Note  C.  Wake,  awake,  for  night  is  flying  ( Wachet  auf  I  raft 
nns  die  Stimme),  composed  by  Philipp  Nicolai  (1536-1608),  was 
first  known  in  1598,  and  was  published  in  Philipp  Nicolai's  "Frcu- 
denspiegel  des  ewigen  Lebens,"  Frankfort-am-Main,  1509.  The 
present  arrangement  is  nearly  the  tame  as  that  used  by  Mendels- 
sohn in  "St.  Paul."  Translated  by  Miss  Winkworth,  1S62,  in 
''Lyra  Germanica." 

Note  X>.  From  Heaven  above  to  earth  I  come.  (Vom  Himmel 
fcoch  da  komm'  ich  her.)— This  was  originally  a  Christmas  Carol, 
Sad  is  with  the  melody  attributed  to  Martin  Luther,  1540.  Von 
Winterfeld  claims  that  this  melody  was  adapted  from  a  secular 
song  entitled  "  From  foreign  lauds  I  have  come  here"  (A  us  frem- 
den  Landen  komm'  Ich  her),  and  sprung  up  originally  in  the  15th 


century.  The  Carol  fWeihnachtslied)  consisted  of  fifteen  verses 
of  four  lines  each,  and  was  first  published  at  Magdeburg,  in  1540, 
and  afterwards  at  Wittenberg,  1543,  by  Joseph  Klug.  The  present 
version  is  translated  and  adapted  by  Miss  W  inkworth. 

Note  E.  O  Sacred  Head,  now  wounded.  (O  Haupt  voll  Blut 
und  Wunden,  #?'  Herzlich  thut  mich  verlangen.)— This— originally 
a  secular  song,  "My mind  is  confused"  (Mein  Geniuth  ist  mir  ver- 
wirrt)— is  attributed  to  Hans  George  Hassler  (15W-1612),  in  his 
time  one  of  the  most  prominent  of  musicians  and  organists,  and 
was  composed  in  1601.  As  a  sacred  song  it  made  its  first  appear- 
ance in  "Harmonia  Sacra,"  third  edition,  Goerlitz,  1613.  Johann 
Sebastian  Bach  has  beautifully  harmonized  and  introduced  it  in  his 
music,  "The  Passion  of  Christ."  It  was  originally  a  Latin  hymn, 
written  by  Saint  Bernard  of  Clairvaux,  1100,  afterwards  translated 
and  adapted  as  a  German  Choral  by  Paul  Gerhardt,  1666,  and  con- 
taining nine  verses.  The  present  translation  is  from  the  pen  of 
the  lafe  Rev,  Dr.  James  W.  Alexander  of  New  York. 

Note  F.  To  God  on  high  be  thanks  and  praise.  (Allein  Gott 
in  der  Hob'  sei  Ehr'.)—  This,  based  upon  a  Chorale  of  the  Latin 
Church  and  credited  to  N.  Decius,  who  died  of  poison  in  1530,  has 
been  arranged  in  at  least  forty  different  ways  and  like  many  other 
Chorals  usually  appears  in  triple  measure.  It  was  thus  arranged 
by  Hans  Kugelmann,  Augsburg,  1540,  in  his  "Concentus  Novi," 
&c,  and  simultaneously  in  "  Geistlicho  Lieder  nnd  Pgalmen," 
Magdeburg,  1540,  M.  Lotther,  Printer.  Mendelssohn  has  a  superior 
arrangement  of  it  in  "St.  Paul."  The  first  and  second  versea 
were  translated  by  Miss  Wiukworth,  and  the  third  and  fourth  by 
Rev.  Robert  Corbet  Singleton,  M.A.,  First  Warden  of  St.  Peter's 
College,  Radley,  England,  1867. 

Note  G.  Now  thank  we  att  our  God.  (Nun  danket  AUe  Gott) 
—This  melody  is  attributed  to  Johanu  Cruger  (1598-1662),  from 
the  fact  that  it  was  first  published  in  his  "  Geistlicho  Kirch  enmelo- 
dien,"  Berlin,  1649.  Becker  credits  it  to  M.  Rinckhardt,  (nat.  1586.) 
This  hymn  and  tune  are  fully  as  popular  in  Germany  as  the  Old 
Hundred  in  America.  Mendelssohn  has  a  magnificent  arrangement 
of  it  in  his  "  Hymn  of  Praise"  (Lobgesani:)— a  Cantata  for  orches- 
tra and  voices.    This  translation  is  by  Miss  Winkworth. 

Note  H.  0  Morning  Star!  how  fair  and  bright  (Wlo  echCn 
leuchtet  (uns)  der  Morgenstem.)— This  dates  from  the  16th  century, 
just  previous  to  the  year  1599.  Von  Winterfeld  says  it  was  origin- 
ally a  well-known  and  very  popular  song;  the  ninth  line  bein^ 
very  monotonous.  The  present  arrangement  is  attributed  to  Phi- 
lipp Nicolai  (1556-160S) ;  it  was  first  published  in  his  "-Freuden- 
spiegel  des  ewigen  Lebens,"  at  Frankfurt-am-Main,  1099.  Th* 
present  translation  is  by  Miss  Winkworth. 


INDEX. 


TITLES  in  CAPITALS.      First  Lines  in  Small  Letters. 


PAGE 

ABIDE  with  me 156 
_  Adeste  Fideles... 93 

A  few  more  years  shall  roll 134 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus1  name 22 

All  my  heart  this  night  rejoices 92 

Angels  holy,  high  and  lowly 7 

Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-scat 18 

Ascension   Hymn 114 

As  pants  the  hart . 38 

At  Bethlehem,  in  wintry  coll 99 

Awake,  my  soul 61 

BOUNT  Today 82 
Brief  Life  our  Portion 146 

Brightest  and  hest  of  the  Sons 88 

Brightly  gleams  ouu  Banner 68 

CALL  to  Praise 6 
Cease,  ye  mourners,  cease 135 

Children  of  the  Heavenly  KiDg 161 

Child's  Burial 138 

Christians,  Awake % 

Christian  Union 116 

Christmas  Carols 80—99 

Christ  our  Pattern 160 

Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  again 108 

Christ  was  born  on  Christmas  Bay 84 

ChriBt,  whose  Glory  fills  the  skies 62 


page 

Clinging  to  Jesus 162 

Clear  upon  the  night  air  sounding 98 

Closing  Hymn 73 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs. ...  12 

Come,  my  eoul,  thy  suit  prepare 14 

Come,  see  the  Place. 107 

Come,  ye  thankful  people,  come 115 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  Name..  160 

Comfort  in  Sorrow 137 

Crown  Him  with  many  crowns 24 


AY  by  day  the  manna  fell 33 

Deat  hless  principle,  ariee 153 


From  the  First  Dawn. 


.120 


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EARTHLY  friends  will  change 82 
Easter  Hymns 105—111 

Ere  I  sleep,  for  ev'ry  favor 05 

Evening  Sacrifice 60 

Eventide 156 

Ev'ry  mom  the  rosy  sun 144 

FATHER  1  I  know  that  all  my  life. . . .  46 
Father,  Thou  art  great  and  holy 14 

For  thee,  O  dear,  dear  Country 146 

Forth  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky 34 

For  Thy  mercy  and  Thy  grace 116 

From  Egypt  lately  come 43 

Fbom  Heaven  above—  Oer.  Choral 169 


p  ATHER  around  the  Christmas-Trce. .  91 

VT  German  Chorals 166-raj! 

Gethsemane 100 

Glory  he  to  Jesus 29 

God  is  Love 19  . 

God  is  my  strong  Salvation 6] 

God  my  Salvation 61 

God  of  morcy,  God  of  grace 133 

God  of  mercy,  throned  on  high: 13 

God's  Love  to  me 130 

God,  that  madest  earth  and  heaven 64 

God  the  Father,  from  Thy  throne 109 

Golden  Harps  are  sounding 114 

Good  Christian  men,  rejoice 81 

Good  King  Wenceslas 80 

Go  to  dark  Goth6emanc 100 

Grander  than  Ocean's  story 130 

Guide  cs  to  Thee It' 

HAIL  the  Day—  Canttca  Sacra 100 
Hail  the  Day-  W.  R.  Monk 105 

Hallelujah 0 

Happy  Land 152 

Hark!  hark,  my  soul (9 

Hark  !  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 27  I 

Hark  I  the  herald  angels  sing 94 


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Hark  I  the  song  of  Jubilee 7S 

Hark  1   the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 104 

Hast  thou  within  a  care  so  deep 125 

Head  of  the  Church  triumphant 131 

Hk.u:  us,  we  beseech  Thee 102 

Holy  God,  we  praise  Thy  name 82 

Holy,  Holy,  Lord  God  Almighty 154 

Holy  Jesus,  Saviour  bless'd 81 

Holy  night  I  peaceful  night 89 

How  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine,. .  21 
How  sweetly  flow'd  the  Gospel's 119 

I  LAY  my  sins  on  Jesus 25 
I  love  Thee 49 

Is  Thy  k.uu;  assembling 71 

It  came  upon  the  midnight  clear 87 

It  is  Finished 104 

I  think,  when  I  read 140 

JERUSALEM  the  Golden 147 
Jesus,  holy,  nndcfiled 155 

Jesus,  Lord,  we  look  to  Thee 117 

Jesus,  Lover  of  my  soul 128 

Jesus,  monk  and  gentle 19 

Jescs'  Name 22 

Jeans,  Saviour,  Son  of  God 29 

Jesus,  teach  me  how  to  pray .  .163 

Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  Thee 22 

Jesus,  Thou  Joy 30 

Just  as  I  am 47 

LEAD,  kindly  Light 40 
Lead  me,  O  Lord 46 

Lead  Thou  me  on 40 

Let  all  the  world  in  every  corner  sing 6 

Let  children  come  to  Me 122 

Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 124 

Let  our  choir  new  anthems  raise 55 

Let  us  all  in  concert  sing 5 


INDEX. 

PAGE 

Lo  !  He  comes,  in  clouds  descending 73 

Lord  God  of  my  salvation 35 

Lord,  in  this  Thy  mercy's  day 17 

Lord  Jesus  Christ,  my  Life—  Ger.  Choral.  165 

Lord  Jesus,  God  and  man 95 

Lord  of  my  life,  whose  tender  care G7 

Lord,  Thy  Word  abideth 120 

Loye  Divine 48 

MAY  Jesus  Christ  be  frais'd 9 
May  the  grace  of  Christ 74 

My  God  I  is  any  hour  so  sweet 15 

My  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray 44 

TITEARER,  my  God,  to  Thee 87 

_L\   Notes  on  German  Chorals 173 

Now  thank  we  all—  Ge?'?nan  Choral 172 

Now  the  day  is  over 65 

0  COME,  all  ye  faithful 93 
O  day  of  rest  and  gladness 112 

Often  at  evening 68 

Oft  in  danger,  oft  in  woe 59 

O  Heavenly  Jerusalem 149 

O  Iloly  Saviour,  Friend  unseen 162 

Oh,  how  I  love  Thy  holy  Law 121 

O  Love  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art 48 

O  Morning  Star—  German  Choral 167 

O  Most  Merciful 73 

O  Mother  dear,  Jerusalem—  Cant.  Sacra .  142 
O  Mother  dear.  Jerusalem— #.  P.  Main..  143 

Once  in  royal  David's  city 28 

One  sweetly  solemn  thought 42 

On  our  Wat  to  God 43 

Onward,  Christian 59 

Onward,  Christian  Soldiers 56 

O  Paradise,  O  Paradise 148 

O  Sacred  Head— German  Choral 170 

O  Son  of  God 21 


175 

FADE 

O  Thou,  whose  glory  and  whose  grace. . .  122 

Our  blest  Redeemer, 81 

Our  God  stands  firm—  German  Choral 106 

PORTUGUESE  Hymn 93 
Praise,  my  soul,  the  King  of  Heaven.    3 

Praise  the  Kino 3 

Praise  the  Lord 4 

Praise  ye  God  the  Lord 7 

Praise  ye  the  Lord 164 

REJOICE,  rejoice,  believerB  54 
Ride  on  in  Majesty 109 

Round  the  Lord  in  glory  seated 13 

SAVE,  Lord,  or  we  Perish 118 
Saviour,  again  to  Thy  dear  name 78 

Saviour,  blessed  Saviour 86 

Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing.. ...  70 

Saviour,  sprinkle  many  nations 76 

Saviour,  who  died  forme 16 

Saviour,  who  Thy  flock  art  feeding 128 

See  amid  the  winter's  snow 86 

See,  from  Zion's  sacred  mountain 126 

Shepherd  of  Israel 124 

Shout  the  glad  tidlnos 129 

Sicily 73 

Sing  Hallelujah  forth  in  duteous  praise...  10 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise 67 

Sometimes  a  Light  surprises 38 

Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang 8 

Songs  of  thankfulness  and  praise 28 

Star  of  the  East 88 

Sun  of  my  Soul 46 

Sweet  is  Thy  mercy,  Lord 50 

TE  Deum  LAETjAMtra.   Paraphrase....  8! 
Tender  Shepherd,  Thou  hast  stiird..l3S 
The  Angels'  Sone W 


176 


INDEX. 


PAGE 

The  Atoning  Blood 101 

The  Bridegroom  comes 158 

The  Child  Jesus 28 

The  Christmas-Tree 91 

The  Closing  Year 110 

The  day  is  past  and  over 66 

The  Endless  Hallelujah 10 

The  God  of  Love 50 

The  Heavenly  Fold 150 

The  Hour  op  Prater 15 

The  Living  Fountain 126 

The  Lord,  who  once  our  weakness 122 

The  Lowly  Jesus 39 

The  Mercy-Seat 18 

The  Name  of  our  Salvation 20 

There  is  a  Fold  whence  none  can  stray. .  .150 

There  is  a  happy  Land 152 

There  is  a  Land  immortal 141 

There's  a  brioht  Land 144 

The  roseate  hues  of  early  dawn 151 

Tns  Shepherds  of  Bethlehem 99 

The  snow  lay  on  the  ground 97 

The  strife  is  o'er Ill 


page 

The  sun  is  sinking  fast 60 

The  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life 31 

Thine  arm.  O  Lord 26 

Through  the  day  Thy  love 63 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave 136 

TnoU  WHO  WAST    ONCE   A   CHILD 139 

Thy  Holy  Law 121 

Thy  Kingdom  come 77 

Thy  way.  not  mine,  O  Lord 17 

Thy  Word  our  Guide 122 

Tht  Will  be  done  44 

'Tis  a  pleasant  thing  to  see 116 

To  God  on  high  be  thanks—  Oer.  Chord.  171 

To  Thee  I  cry 35 

To  the  Name  of  our  Salvation 20 

Trust 135 

Turn  not,  O  Lord,  Tht  guests 34 

TTPWAED  where  the  stars 41 

WAKE,  awake—  German  Choral 168 
We  are  but  little  children  weak. ..157 
Welcome,  happy  morning 110 


taox 

We  loos  to  Thee 11 

We  march  to  Victory 6 

What  grace,  O  Lord lfi 

When  all  Thy  mercies 0 

When  first  o'erwhelmed  with  sin 101 

When  Jesus  left  His  Father's  throne 1.13 

When  like  a  stranger  on  our  sphere 

When  morning  gilds  the  skies 

When  our  heads  are  bowed  with  woe 1ST 

When  shades  of  night. t.v 

When  shall  the  voice  of  singing 

When  through  the  torn  sail  the  wild 118 

While  shepherds  watched 

Who  is  this,  with  garments  dyed 157 

Why  should  the  children  of  a  King 44 

With  gladsome  feet  we  press 158 

With  joy  we  hail 11* 

Worthy  the  Lamb 13 

\7"E  heavens,  oh  haste  your 16ft 

r7ION,  the  marvellous  story Hi 


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